Black Thought - Streets lyrics

[Intro: Black Thought] Yeah, that sh** hard [Verse 1: Black Thought] I said my cranium is vibranium, my brain is uranium and titanium Forty-fives, who aimin' 'em? Organize the stadium Tell 'em, "Take cover, I warned you not to play wit' 'em" Them borderline war crimes, you got away wit' 'em Who came to save the day and brought the 'K wit' 'em? Tariq the people's champ from the equal team Tryna keep it clean 'long as all my people solid deen I've been in the music scene long as Allen Leeds Make they salaries, still accumulatin' calories Demonstratin' how to breathe, Senegalese, Genovese I been a reason to freeze, reek G's in the league On my own, gettin' cheese, I will hurt Hercules, I will merc most MCs I'm the last one to show up, the first one to leave the crime scene The obscene, Salam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme The stick to the grind gene, the hell with the hygiene It's a dirty bomb, word to seven thirty time Disaster level nine eleven meets the eleven nine Catastrophe beyond incredible, I redefine the seventh sign Faster, scarier, ma** hysteria from Damascus, Syria To middle America, school cafeterias and cul-de-sacs I told you that the boss is back, know what I'm sayin'? [Chorus: Tish Hyman] In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, omertà code meets the Hippocratic oath Observin' his whole circus from a diplomatic post My word and his whole purpose, a cinematic scope The Earth and its whole surface, I consider that his toast Same as me, Sammy Davis, Bellafonte, Quincy Jones Mahatma Gandhi, James Balwdin, Jesse Owens Runnin' from a cop car, me and Akbar I changed from a rock boy to a rock star Hijack the elevator to the top floor I'm takin' everything that's left like a southpaw Crash and burn and learn through osmosis And watch the word spread like Tuberculosis I took a snapshot but it hurt to post it I had a Black Thought and they called it wokeness Overdoses, water bugs and roaches Forty Cals and holsters, all halal and kosher Twenty thousand jokers, one ain't playin' I'm all brown, Manchild in the Promised Land [Chorus: Tish Hyman] In these streets that I call home Unless you're blind, you'll see it all In these streets it's cold at night Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time