ABC's (feat. Chubb Rock)

Bundle up my whole style is so cold

I glow like old guys who go bald

My flow got no front in the vocal

Your flow got no button, it's so old

I don't mean to sound like a show boat

But it's true my persona's no joke

I stepped into some kinda portal

I'm legend, and sometimes I'm noble

I'm from the most risky zone, oh

No place is more shifty global

More pistols, Russian revolvers

We shootin' all that is normal

But it ain't just because we want too

We ain't got nowhere we can run to

Somebody please press the undo

They only teach us the things that guns do

They don't teach us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets

They don't teach us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on them streets

Rock, you know my era

B-boy seasoning, Salt-N-Pepa

Grown and sexy, come with the extra

Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna

This type brew, I gave it birth

Now it's time again to give it a verse

Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja

Clear vibe, Brooklyn to Somalia

Hear them horns in the background

Player, that is my sound

The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top

Pioneer legend, and they call me Mr. Rock

No B word or N word, I don't need those words

Respect for hers

The game dried up, so we come with the greese

Leading ya right and treating ya right to peace

They don't teach us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

Al we got is life on the streets

They don't teach us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets

Superman, I'm known by the locals

As the dude is so fly it's global

Attitude I came outta struggle

Destitute, but I make it hopeful

You real, but my real is ten fold

My real will make yours a rental

Gangsta if it is essential

Fight with guns or utensils

So bold nothing's confidential

Breakfast was not continental

And lunch could not compliment all

We still become competent souls

These streets ain't paved with no gold

Matter fact, someone stole the light bulb

Nobody fat enough for lypo

They don't  teach us to read and write, so

They don't teach us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets

They don't tech us the ABCs

We play on the hard concrete

All we got is life on the streets

All we got is life on the streets