[Radio Callejera]

Radio callejera, real gutter talk
We comin' up money, you gotta feel it
Open your ears spark up a tree
Forrest fire status, light up the dark
All my peers in the cipher is gonna agree
We're all on point and forever sharp
Three cheers for all the homeys from mid-city
Nothing for the haters that can't stand me
Refuse to believe that I'm the o-n-e
Tell'em beware of my demented lyrical potency
Lower class poetry, got all them saying
"Woe is me"
Mind in the gutter,
A fighter and a lover,
You might be going the distance
But I'm going a whole lot further,
If this is food for thought
Homey, I'm your server,
The microphone beckons
I get first dibs,
All ya'll fight over sloppy seconds
Break your spirit
Damn near might need a legal observer
Hope you're taking notes
These here are crucial life lessons
My folks are all deviant word herders
And I'm the black sheep of the bunch
Sent down by the heavens
Acknowledge my presence
No pity for the victims of arrogance
Feel the wrath of hustling ass peasants
With that essential
Gridy south central essence
I'll break you and still be eloquent
Forever grimy like it was my inheritance
Let me give you the chills, check it
None of these troops I run with
Lack intelligence
Now, I wonder who's down to try me
Late bloomer, woulda been here sooner
For the longest my myth was just a rumor
Bastard flow, the gift was neglected
But now peep game, respect it
Inked up nice far from a lame
Street refined the rep behind the brand name
I'm by no means what you expected
Noticed the flaws, all i did
Was perfect it, radio callejera
Not mainstream, hasta que me muera
Doing this desde afuera, cosa nostra
So many angles for our thing,
You'd swear i was connected...