| Now how many degrees
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| Before you freeze, with a nomadic please
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| As we roam, Zion I trying to find a home
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| In the four-one-five-one o fo' sure
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| It’s Martin Luther now you know it
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| (Verse One)
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| Don’t ask me no questions partner, be the fire starter
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| Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths daughter
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| Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the street be amazing
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| Shit lingers, like the old soul senders
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| On the corner catching high stares like a sauna
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| You’s in Ghana, Whitehouse in Ghana
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| Dark city with the face so pretty
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| Tried to stick me in the 60's but you missed me, missed me
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| Escape break through the space of a break-beat
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| Like an athlete style be organic
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| Causing damage it’s hard for folks to manage
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| Sometimes, players passing red wine, red thoughts on Babylon’s bedtime
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| Let me tuck you in, blankets full of sin
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| Chasing dollars down the street that you live in, so grim
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| Here’s some ground never learn to swim
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| Sun rising on the backstreets of Oakland
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| This is streetlife
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| What?! |
| You get stuck! |
| Buck buck! |
| Shot to ring out
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| Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife
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| Mic’s, my device in this street life
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| (Verse Two)
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| I see Darryl on the other side of the grill
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| Where there’s paper-chasing in this land to make a meal
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| Also born fossils and bread that is stale
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| While people loote’n’kick it bodies drop, oh well.
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| It’s a place where babies that having babies
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| Well who called the shots!!! |
| (*wait a second) Hey man it’s crazy
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| Breaking all these barriers that claim so amazing
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| Making tunnels of sound, freeing the foundation
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| It’s like Momega walking on probation
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| And fearing all the people that feel equal in this nation
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| Making wheat grass to everlast a stimulation
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| But I can’t slow down this demonstration
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| And I gotta keep this sacred
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| Solid as a whole, 360 degrees, cipher as I role
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| Down to the avenue, it gets sold
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| I maintain for the revenue, forget gold
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| This is streetlife (x2)
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| What you going to to with you life, when they turn out the light
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| Streetlife… Streetlife…Streetlife…The Streetlife
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| (Verse Three)
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| Yo, and what the fuck goin' on?
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| Im’a gonna metamorph in the early morn
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| A walkin' timebomb, but I stay calm
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| Life like an animation flick from Hong Kong
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| Daily chores reaping what I sow, digito?
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| Cable ready got my Lakers ready so I let her flow
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| Guaranteed to survive so I proceed to cats under the sea
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| In the land of milk and greed
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| With the heat in the street, bumpin' to the beat
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| Motivate the brains speak gains to the concrete
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| Eveready for the last day’s battlin'
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| Rocking rhymes like this, suckers scattering
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| Tallying victories over seven sea’s, rap degrees vaporise over PhD’s
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| Interlinked, breathe in sink
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| God’s the foundation, boy you better think
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| (fading)
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| What’ch you and your crew goin' to do about the streetlife |