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james cook - street offer lyrics

song: “street offer”)

(beat drops + gritty, slow+burning synth with heavy 808s)

(intro + spoken, cold)
yeah…jigga taught the game
osh kept it thorough
this that block theology
that street offer
listen

(hook)
this the street offer,too short to negotiate
we takin’blocks where the fendi’s shop, then we celebrate
taxin’every transaction, from the corner to the gate
when they out on thescroll, they get a different kinda rate
it’s a street offer…you better not be late
it’s a street offer…sealed by fate

(verse 1)
wake up,the block’s callin’, a silent alarm
filled up the palm,with the calm before the storm
osh mentality,watched the whole town transform
from brick phones to talkin’on the touchscreen, it’s a different uniform
but the principle the same:supply, demand, keep it warm
“fenies”on my feet now, but i still remember bein’ worn
out on the pavement,with a different kinda scorn
now the offers that i’m gettin’,make a corporate board mourn
it’sreal estate — we takin’ sp+ce, you get the point, homie?
this ain’t no drill,this a hostile takeover, slowly
they see the gleam,they want the dream, but they don’t know me
the price is in the message,when the text get sent so low+key
(hook)
this the street offer,too short to negotiate
we takin’blocks where the fendi’s shop, then we celebrate
taxin’every transaction, from the corner to the gate
when they out on thescroll, they get a different kinda rate
it’s a street offer…you better not be late
it’s a street offer…sealed by fate

(verse 2)
“taxin’hoes” — a metaphor for taxing any weak link
when they outscrollin’, livin’ fantasy, they start to think
that the image is the substance,let the liquor sink
while we’re substance+over+image,gettin’ money in the blink
of a watch hand.jz said, “i’m not a businessman…”
“…i’m a business, man.”let the sentence stand
so the block is the office,the product is in demand
and the offer on the street is the only honest plan
in a crooked world.curl your lip if you ain’t gettin’ money
sunset to sunrise,where the gritty meets the sunny
they post a check,we move a stack, which one is more funny?
our currency is silence,tucked under the gunny
sack

(bridge + beat strips down to bassline)
the offer’s simple,really… time or product
your soul or profit
the block is watching,chronic
logic?it’s archaic
paranoid?you should be
this economy is stark
a fl!cker in the dark…
…that’s your last chance to park
(hook + with ad+libs: “yeah!”, “offer!”, “talk to ’em!”)
this the street offer,too short to negotiate! (yeah!)
we takin’blocks where the fendi’s shop, then we celebrate!
taxin’every transaction, from the corner to the gate!
when they out on thescroll, they get a different kinda rate! (offer!)
it’s a street offer…you better not be late
it’s a street offer…sealed by fate

(outro + beat fades)
yeah…
sealed
delivered
no return address
street offer
take it…or leave it
but you already took it
just by listenin’
mic drop

- james cook lyrics

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