by Termanology
I’m streetwise, that’s what I’m called on the street
Termanology
What you know about them hard times, lunch lines
One time harassing my young slime
The casket from guns firing
Or happiness, sunshine
Imagine your mom crying from bullets flying through her blind
Somehow we blinder then we ever been
So we settle for getting venin inhaling that cough medicine
Our lost generation full of sleep deprivation
Here’s the confirmation, my conversation’s amazing
But studies won’t get it, now it’s spreading through the lyrics
Stiffer ain’t about the creditor, debtors, it’s incoherent
Rappers wanna settle for better than less and sell their spirit
Get us on the dance and some funny pants and they gonna fill it
I ain’t a killer but I’m gonna kill it
Never will I be like you funny rappers with semi lyrics
I’m sending rappers like a foster home
?? and the block of impostors launching through their cost across the room
You spread jewels or you writing trash
Fools get enlightened last
Hope you go to school, get a little class
Want it to last just 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
Computers hackers ensued by the government’s truce
Digitally enslaving the youth while they taking loot
I’m streetwise, that’s what I’m called on the street
We so crime ‘cause legal money is harder to get
And do time with plan to make the office legit
Get out the debt and still keep the name you respect
Open an office and get involved in altering checks
That means I write the, my rap styles they bite them
I rack the snuff on my mind, check it to fight them
I’m a street guy who speak lies, you geeks die
Man, I’m streetwise, I realize these real lives they write
And their raps, fake stories is packed with guns Louis cracks
But never hustle the pack, I know, I see the fakeness when I look inside your retina
Tell your manager ‘cause I don’t wanna kill the messenger
Somebody gotta fix rap fore they invest in us
We gotta get these label greedy hands off the register
When will it register that rappers only decline?
But me, I murder each line so Imma be fine
I’m streetwise, that’s what I’m called on the street.
