Nothing left under my feetno more then these city streetsstabing,jabbing holding me refuse to set my living free Tryin to kill my dreamz stop da love of mortal thingzbut i keep slammin,jammin,slashin deeptwistin measures of these streetz Banggin wit lyrical treat verbs & nouns going in pound for pound crackin mentals wit poetic soundzcriscross knockin it down Ya playin tic tac toe while i'm clockin greenbuying things ya never seen working in this american maze yet da street still set a blaze time to stand up address me as soilderas i defeat these street explosionputting realism in poetry motion wit true love & devotion Don't have time for lip lap yackor around stuff dat is whackstomp! stomp! , smack smack!beware when i hit back these streets nothing good not the way stuff really should da city got a hold on me yeah! captured never free Dealer/killer big shot wheelerthese streetz stuck like glue brothers & sisters what ya gonna dowhen da streetz come fo you! 'Streetz'