Belief - Street Reppin' (Accapella) lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] Vordul Mega: Mmm. We in here. Yeah C-Rayz Walz: Metal Gear Yung Havok seen raw [Verse 1: Vordul Mega] From hard times, write lines for ones we lost Monstrous, full of kids with pagers and gold crosses Living without a pot to piss in Coming out of cribs to live in obstacles of hard decisions Tired of hoping and wishing. Witness Brothers make a living pushing cokes out the kitchen Though we suffered watching each other In and out of institutions, losing our shahada While girls complaining they dudes ain't Copping ‘em Prada, me and mine stay drummers Puffing L's late nights with hunger In front of Mama Fry, munching on chicken And peach cobblers. Times when I was in and out Of dungeons for dolos. No fears of getting robbed Even though we know anything could happen My folks telling me I need to make changes Like, “It's best to sticks to the rapping” So I'm over here, snapping my fingers To keep to beats. Flowing over instrumental Tracks and still got love for streets [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2) Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high? How high? Do or die? Who am I? Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him? We Mega, street repping [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Ready to pump CDs. Not for The ice—just to keep produce up in the freezer Fire it up in the clubs. People keep Filling their cups like they drinking for Jesus (How high?) Be fly ‘til I turn to a bird Same way these thoughts turn into word (Justice) I'm just nice, roll with brothers that's just ice Hungry for a week deep, eating smushed rice Mind straight pull strings violent, pimp you without [?] A Puerto Rican m**m, I've been aquí You could take it as left wig or right hair/here Never fight fair, fresh like a new pair... got you Study discipline at the master's pace (Yo, who want To jump quick?). Drop some water or slash your face The Trinity of street humor and spiritual fact Politically charged statements with rhythm on wax [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2) Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high? How high? Do or die? Who am I? Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him? We Mega, street repping [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] [C-Rayz Walz] Caught up in the cultivation, close sensation Of cultured patience, coping to coach a nation of mad souls In the Year of the Beast, I'm ten-deep in the street repping Holding my head like a weapon concealed—I'm a mad soul New York needs a coat this winter. Cold-hearted pigs Get bacon trying to poke my ninjas. Po-lices Is trifest in crisis. We writing the slaughter Sort of sicker than mixing liquor with Vitamin Water Horror at your fetus. Holler back if you a genius Ayatollah sees the truth ‘cause they believe us. In the crowd With heaters, remove the shroud. The vow-keeper Switch styles. Fouls astound seekers. Prowl Profound teachers, I was eager. I mean... [Vordul Mega] I learned a lot coming out of burning blocks Time to turn the clock forward to better ways Of getting paid. Days when everything [?] [?] got to change ‘cause the grains Of sands accumulating quickly at the bottom And the pain is getting out of hands Now I got to stand on my two and pay dues [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega] (x2) Who want to jump quick? Yo, how high? How high? Do or die? Who am I? Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him? We Mega, street repping