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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

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