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mood - info for the streets lyrics

[intro: sample with scratches]
“check it out, uh” (x8)

[verse 1: donte]
on the 8th day, they all heard god say
“let there be hip hop,” and then came ‘te
in this armor, ill fate sealed with karma
endless black night, attack mic shows when packed tight
one step beyond, be calm, first letter
a+bomb, blowing water out the pond, behind
enemy lines, i’m like kennedy dying
unknown to mankind, his flesh got him blind. can you
peep me? wake up, world, you look sleepy. ain’t no
n+gga man enough to take the land from beneath me
stand firm, a plan to sleep with the worms. some emcees
don’t like me, but i’m not concerned, yeah
i’ll pull the slaver into cattle that’ll
preserve every word. got styles harder than liquid now
i’ll make a move with the garcia vegas and the tools
emcees are doomed, i’m leaving whole crews fatal wounds
so bring your shield, steel, and your sk!ll sicker
the best thing since the invention of the wheel
i’m hi+tek, going, flowing, foreign object. you got
to hustle on the side, and projects worldwide make it known
wanna battle? n+ggas can’t be cloned
the epitome, and gods giving enemies the microphones
they explode on sight. we tearing up land
like j+pan, so every man better hold tight
wack emcees with pens? that’s a sin
don’t make a move. doom the beginning of the end
[hook: main flow]
i kick
this sh+t for my peeps and all those who seek
the unthinkable information for the streets
things is f+cked up in the belly of the beast
to give my mind some peace, i kick this sh+t for peeps
and all those who seek the unthinkable
information for the streets. things is f+cked up in
the belly of the beast. to give my mind some peace, i kick
this sh+t for peeps and all those who seek

[verse 2: main flow]
i’m known to
defeat mobs, teach hives, watch and get street jobs
sicking k!ller journals on those who wanna meet god
from the unknown, we’re prophets of an ill call
80 g’s, low key, locked in a steel vault
now that’s the combination. timothy mcveigh
type thoughts, the word react, abomination/i bomb a nation, spark an l
and make a toast (toast). this the foremost (most)
bumping reggae rhythms by don carlos. i’m here
testing the red resin, my crew spread, expressing
for good greens, i’m running hood scenes instead of stressing
them grim cops who watch crop spots or young jakes
up in the locks, dropping dimes on head that clock knots
i roam streets on chrome elites, i used to bone freaks
at phone reach, but now my time is spent with tone’s beats
[hook: main flow]
i kick
this sh+t for my peeps and all those who seek
the unthinkable information for the streets
things is f+cked up in the belly of the beast
to give my mind some peace, i kick this sh+t for peeps
and all those who seek the unthinkable
information for the streets. things is f+cked up in
the belly of the beast. to give my mind some peace, i kick
this sh+t for peeps and all those who seek

[intro: sample with scratches]
“one love to the streets” (x3)
“check it out, uh”
“one love to the streets”
“check it out, uh”
“one love to the streets”
“check it out, uh”
“one love to the streets”

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