Beat Street Lyrics

Walkin' down the street in my black Chuck Taylors

I got a little money all these friends need favors

I get girls that's all different types of flavors

Turn up, the music screamin' fuck the neighbors

I'm a hype individual, you think I'm bout to seize

A wild motherfucker doin' as I damn please

I go hyperthermic on the beat with lyrics that make you freeze, as you shiver

Cause my music gives you chills like a spinal cord breeze

You don't know me now, if you knew me then

They thought they foretold my story, they were wrong cause this where it begins

This that David and Goliath this that me myself and I'th

This that look me in my eyes and don't you ever fuckin' lie'th

I spit this shit slow cause I mean every single syllable

They believe the lies ignore the truth, why so gullible

I mean why so serious

Y'all look delirious

I speak a little truth and motherfuckers become furious

You can say it but can't take it come at me, lights out, knock knock

And they scream oh no, there he goes, that boy running through the streets with his woes

Oh no, I ain't ever been the type to whistle blow

Oh no, oh no, not me, check your team

When you need em most see who pulls up to the seen

If you're hatin', I don't want it spittin' fire like a comet

Burnin' up the atmosphere that means your world's end is near

If you let me speak the truth I'll bring forth Armageddon

I see the chip on your shoulders, now let's start the beheading

Better call an ambulance cause my lyrics bout to give you symptoms of a heart att-ack-ack-ack-ack

Y'all didn't know that I was gone, well motherfuckers I am back

You say you love my music to my face but you can't name a track

When I turn my back you laugh and you whisper that I'm wack

I just went 3 for 3 so you know you better give me that hat-trick

Bad boy lookin' like a greaser with the long hair slick

The ones who down for me family, this ain't no clique

They'll remember my name cause I rekindled the flame

I didn't even have to use a bic

I was bound to explode only a matter of time

Listen up closely now this is the plot

Keep makin' music, you know my shit hot

Make all this money then buy a new spot

Let em keep hatin', I'm all that they not

Won't stay inside, I can't let myself rot

If I start slippin' don't ever get caught

Don't ever become controlled by the simplest thought

There he goes, that boy, runnin' through the streets with his woes

Oh no, I ain't ever been the type to whistle blow

Oh no, oh no, not me

Check your team, when you need them most see who pulls up to the seen