featuring O.C. Pharoahe Monch



[O.C.]

Yo unfold remarkable soul cold blooded

bleedin icicles equivalent to North Pole

Roll El Producto style buddha mindstate

but I don't smoke weed to proceed follow my lead

I Rock well when Somebody's Watchin Me rhymes fine

like Denzel havin shorties all jockin me

My poetry paintin pictures call me Picasso

Not so fast, put your microphone back in the stash

When I'm through foes with hoes, take what fits

You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold

Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me

like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's, rest assured

When I be on the mic, WAR, holdin the goods

like you buyin in the surplus store

You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O

I'm smooth like a harp you, nothin but a banjo

So advance yo' tech-nine style, flipped off

Run into the likes of a Mongol slave

Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now

At the corner of the century, I'm the enchanted child

Fuck That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off

we bust back strapped ready for war



Chorus: Street Smartz



You when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing

cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz

just to settle thangz

(repeat 2X)



[Pharoahe Monch]

Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question

See I was raised in the ill drug section

and that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore...

shit, I swore on my father's grave

I make slaves of niggaz who played brave

I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement

and my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices

that slices, the first emcee who thinks they are the nicest

My advice is to you, think twice

The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ I am the Pharoahe

The road I'm on is kind of narrow

Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go

But these scriptures are sculptures, to prove to dead rappers

Words hover above like vultures

I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots

from the hate that white invited

Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme

watch the, minister climb up up, fillin in the atmosphere

like canibus and if it's activatin me believe I'm captivatin heat

plus I'm decapitatin three MC's with my axe like thoraxes

Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what..



Chorus



[Street Smartz]

Niggaz you better watch your back

It takes concentration and confrontation

So fuck conversatin and contemplatin

Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel

cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L

These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here

My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care

Check my credentials, with pen and pencils, or instrumentals

I make your mental, experimental

Don't be actin cock-a-mamey cause niggaz on my block is crazy

Talkin that rap shit, you couldn't even rock a baby

Bitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?)

cause that's just more than trifle

I'm sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle

My mind changes when the time changes

An MC that ain't sayin shit might as well be rappin in sign language

I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye

Start stompin guys, have em screamin, "Let's compromise!"

And love a fly brawl so why stall

Keep lookin at me I'ma spray some Lysol in your eyeball...

Street Smartz... affiliation



Chorus 2X