R.A. The Rugged Man - Dark Streets lyrics

[Verse 1: Malik B] I'm militant, Mr. Green ready to pull your card No my name ain't Roosevelt but I'm upon your boulevard First a n***a ride up with the product I'm known to blow the skies up, tell ya ma "duck" When I rise up chicks put they thighs up Play hard, work a little, build the enterprise up Get the measurement and n***as I can size up Style way foul, like the owl you better wise up I play this game of life like it was an instrument But sometimes I still find myself in 'em predicaments Monkey on my back, I gotta build an Almanac I got the solution, they can show me where the problem at If joker's loco I gotta put him in a choke hold Show that motherf**er how you're known to let the smoke fold You gotta understand, the joker, he's in joke mode Brain soaked in this thang, cloaked by the boat load I got a dope though, period and yoko Give me that perspective, Malcolm X and the popo Philly resident, the drama's always evident s**ers not in my job, description's why I'm hesitant I'm tryna make a meal, the Jus got me to take a deal I don't know how a faker feel, show you my fade is real [Chorus: Amalie Bruun] Everyone close to me They can sense these demons in my life Save me from these dark streets Guard me, bring me to the light [Verse 2: Malik B] Let me tell you this, yo I bring power to strength, bringing y'all to the length When you see that f**ing red dot on your chest, it's the end Snatch you girl and mount her on my lap cause she's a nymph When I aim and start to squeeze and buck, better duck This soldier never budged, my soldier strut don't give a f** You hold a grudge, never got along with a judge Every time I gotta sit and do a bid like a duck Chicks setting n***as up when they bring home from the club I'm connected with the Angel of d**h, just waiting to die Taking the pie, vacate, you're faking your high After dark, don't get caught cause bullets fly Clash, ring out, and bark, who's the first to get sparked? You're nothing but talk, put your gear in neutral and park Verbal a**ault, now you wanna run from the war [Chorus: Amalie Bruun] Everyone close to me They can sense these demons in my life Save me from these dark streets Guard me, bring me to the light [Verse 3: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yeah, yo Since I was 12 my name ring bells in the boroughs of NY Poetry po pimp in the pendulum where rugged men died Dark streets accelerated hard beats Where the Christian God and the m**m Allah meets Liquor stores and the god priests The God speech, more shook than Mobb Deep's Crush k** conquer the ET sharper than sharks on shark week I'm back - the no name, the slow brain wrecker The propane, crack c**aine, gold chain era Black cloak, cane, no shame, reign terror You lames so plain, I'm John Coltrane better Rappers a**igning to Satan, this ain't a Beach Boy good vibration It's a total lyrical annihilation Finally forgettin' following the fakes you put your faith in To the mentally dying I spit a rhyme and you awaken Rappers exaggerating they pity claims They shoot you in your back like the a**a**ination of Jesse James I'm the ultimate rhyme pro With a Chuck D voice and a Daddy Kane flow and a KRS live show Spit the sick tune, hit the fam with sh** soon Malik B, Mr. Green, another hit with Miss. Bruun Sing [Chorus: Amalie Bruun] Everyone close to me They can sense these demons in my life Save me from these dark streets Guard me, bring me to the light