Beat Street
Lex The Philosopher
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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' f*ck 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
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