and see that its gone I hope you understand While it is in your hands These rules cant be broken I'll be on the warpath, Searching for your soul You
girls say i look good but im better in person my waves are success yes i call it swag surfing my business so corporate but my style so urban never rock
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage [Unverified] hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin? the corner, brothers hit Urban
my Cammo Standin' in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos
, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage It's hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit Urban
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
's a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small timespan Population, real frustration - ready to bug No formation, it's really hard against streettugs So the blocks shock with rock
lot How could I forget ! damn the quota ! Contemplate all myriad possibilities Astral burdens selfquestioning 'Till infinity Lose one's leg Amputation's been bad For amputated souls
like rock-and-roll Call me what you like if you like rock-and-roll Don't call me if you listen to country Don't call me if you listen to modern soul
Devising secret plans on spitting atoms I verbalize Lust to bust Just as dangerous As watching Mt. Vesuvius erupt Corrupt a data disk From the super soul
to split atoms I verbalize, lust to bust, just as dangerous As watchin Mt. Vesuvias erupt Corrupt your data disk From the super soul powered slums
provide ammunition The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ When the energy starts to fornicate, that's when I punch through All type hard rock
t reconstruct the relic Simplistical explanation for me to rock the mic Incredible, incombatible, speak in parables like neophytes Coincide tight with might of urban
the hearts of mad crews Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues Soul like a mother got the funk on lock You can hear my sounds echo through the urban
SV Urban organic, mic mechanic Super human MC powers help me fly around the planet Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened Saving damsels
Fuck your territory I'm moving through All Crews Rock my own style, got my own flava, never off beat, fresh outlines across my piecebook paper, fruits
call me modern urban Norman Rockwell I paint a picture of the spot...well (outside my window, outside my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul
