Streets of Our Rage Lyrics

Yeah, I'm that oh shit feeling, when the state trooper caught you

Swing the iron flail and assault you, leaking in a filthy pool, plasma, blood

Sweat and urine, the parents with their kids, got their heads turning

It's not a happy world, so I'm letting off the lava

I'm on the 50th floor in the tower of Druaga, brain-froze feeling

Dizzy from the Dunkin' Coolatta, hella Java, I'm feeling like Prince T'Challa

Super vibrant, I come with the best of both worlds, Wakanda and Talokan

Powerful, living underwater like Ku'kulkan, these new, meatheads be around here

Sparking, they don't know hip hop when the bars is larger

Royalties, gimme more ass than Ms. Parker, speaking of ass, these ass rappers

They get grilled, like a pepper steak at UNO, my whole soul and a mic, dominant duo

I put testers in their own tears, tapping from the Scorpion Deathlock

They fishy like, unwanted sluts in sex shops

Jay still the most hated, I'm spitting for the kids suffering from Apraxia

Autism and they ADHD, here comes the grizzly bear with rabies

The vibe is disgusting, like you chase old ladies

Asking for they OF, they bout' 80, every time I leave the crib, it's like Navy

Iron motherfucking Fist, that boy crazy, I'ma be the best on them unborn babies

On my cloud ten, dream float, no chasing, yet still come with revenge

James Brown in the Bentley, strength of Zelensky

Fighting ten Russians, throwing' Molotov cocktails

Setting booby traps, Rambo, leave you impaled

COVID variants, in smoke bombs, watch you inhale

Gasp for that freshness, Buffalo Soldier

With the moves, moving tactic, catch you coming at me, by my skin

Get your ass kicked, breakdance fighter

Handstands kicking Capoeira, don't stop till I get tired

Put in hella work, till' the boss wanna fire

Bitch i'm still good, crab meat in my lasagna

Oven on 450, all weed infused, out of pocket laughing at rapes

On CBS News

Enough jokes cause I'm back on my war shit

And most you doubting niggas is targets, braided with the bandanna

Tatted, fit like Lance Archer

Kick you out my ring, this is Sparta

Rock the white cocaine bear, jacket it if I be hawking

Cousins still outside with the AR sparking, Jay Blaze flaming shit

And I'm lit like arson, got a blonde with a superpower

Like Brie Larson, we drawin' like magic markers

I'm Burt Reynolds, big machines, like Sharky's

Niggas! Merk stay merking shit

My boy lowkii in here, lowkii stay low, we got these niggas

Streets of our Rage