Streetwise

[Intro: Termanology] I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street "You see I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street" [Verse 1: Termanology] What you know about them hard time lunch lines One time harassing my young slime The caskets from guns firin' No happiness sunshine, imagine your mom cryin' From bullets flying through her blinders Somehow we blinder than we've ever been So we settle for getting bent and inhaling that cough medicine Our lord's generation full of sleep deprivation Here's the confirmation my conversation's amazing but Stunted won't get it, knowledge spreaded through the lyrics If it ain't about a credit or debit it's incoherent Rappers want to settle for better than less and sell their spirit Get a song and dance in some funny pants and they go and feel it Huh, I ain't a killer but I'm gon' at kill it Never will I be like you funny rappers with semi lyrics I'm sonning rappers like a foster home Known to send a block of imposters Launching through they [?] and across the room You spreading jewels or you writing trash Fools get enlightened last Hope you go to school, get a little class One of the last to say anything that really matters Watch out, I heard them ice grills really shatter It's really sad there's really no more real rappers Reality been revised by regulated factors Computer hackers ensues by the government's truths Digitally enslaving the youth while they take your loot "I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street" [Verse 2] We do crime cause legal money harder to get In due time we plan to make the offers legit Get out of debt and still keep the name you respect Open the office and get involved with authoring checks That means I write in my rap styles They bite 'em, get Iraqed And snuffed 'em, [?] I'ma fight 'em I'm a street guy, you speak lies you geeks die Man I'm streetwise, I realize these real lives They write in they raps, fake stories is packed With guns and loose cracks but never hustled the pack I know I see the fakeness when I look inside your retina Tell your man to jet cause I don't want to kill the messenger Somebody got to fix rap 'fore they invest in us We got to get these label's greedy hands out the register When will it register that rap is on the decline But me I murder each line so I'ma be fine [Scratched] "I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street"