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artist
Underground Intensity, BlackSmith Sundays, Al Da Deaf Deala & Misteree Saka
Street Science (feat. Seven Star)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Street Science (feat. Seven Star) was released on July 29, 2022 by BlackSmith Sundays Productions as a part of the album Tribe
album cover
AlbumTribe
Release DateJuly 29, 2022
LabelBlackSmith Sundays Productions
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

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LYRICS

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlackSmith Sundays
BlackSmith Sundays
Harmony Vocals
Al Da Deaf Deala
Al Da Deaf Deala
Rap
Misteree Saka
Misteree Saka
Rap
Seven Star
Seven Star
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Colon
Jason Colon
Songwriter
Tekeyah Young
Tekeyah Young
Songwriter
Alan Gray Jr
Alan Gray Jr
Songwriter
Dylan Smith
Dylan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BlackSmith Sundays
BlackSmith Sundays
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
This Underground Intensity
I go by the name of BlackSmith
And up first, we got the deaf Deala
Kickin' this shit off
We call this street science
Ayo Al
talk to 'em ****
Yeah, now I'm a monster of the new age
This shit I kick, push limits
Laser sighted, no Lupe
It's savage, how did things
Your style ain't click but tryna switch lanes
The clip bang, it's war tactic
Automatic, your goose cooked
Carryin' you bastards
Knock the baby boy out the basket
This hit, a clean cut ****
The track master
The street that has it
**** be movin' mad crazy
On cam, it's regular
**** die everyday, B
The Predator
Dread to face all top competitors
The deala out hustle you ****
Never trusted you ****
Some pussy
And I don't fuck with them ****
Inception plot
Mind bendin' speed how we bend the block
I'm hearin' **** put theater acts
Rappin' for fuckin' props
**** stop, corners littered with lost souls
Tryna sneak across
But don't fit with them lost souls
**** rag about to come up
Jammed up
Only luxury is crackers with the smuckers
The trap is built for brothers, balls cold
But it's way even colder for ****' mothers
Trump's chart is up
While Trump had the mob chargin'
Hope his word trump them charges
All you **** retarded
A Spartan built by a Leo, nah
This the testament of ****' hardships
Kicked into the pit
And still rose to fight regardless
Ain't no gutter shit you **** talkin
All you **** fraudin'
Up next we got the lead voice of Underground Intensity
The dopest MC I've ever heard
The lyrically immaculate, Misteree Saka
Aight, I've about had it
I'm a prodigy, flow to wreak havoc
Shook ones, no guns, no savage
Simple mathematics, bad habits
Thinkin' I can't figure out the schematics
Of your lazy, automatic state of grind
Zero to one, I'm binary in my design
And some will never know
The formula to free they mind
That's why I whip a red eye, I remind
In phrases I confine
I don't need a co-sign
My whole lines fill the fractured hole
I quest to the love of the roots like Neo Soul
Because in this experiment
We are controlled
Still on local mom pop shop, I'm home
Laced in obsidian stone
This is the peace zone
A Basquiat painting, that's a lyrical capone
A Basquiat painting, that's a lyrical capone
Yeah
And finally
We had to bring in one of the smoothest MCs to ever touch a mic
Seven Star, the wolf from The Bronx
Bomb beat in the concrete, jungle
Calm leaks and the barn sheep, stumble
Wakin' up to a new week, humble
Lighting up when my kid speaks, rumble
Young ones rumble, beat street, rubble
There's traps in the trap or bubbles
Wicked shots of a dope cadence, muzzle
Betwixt the bricks where nobody fits, nuzzle
The troubled man doesn't know
He show, stubble
Disgruntled workers
Crammed into death tumbles
A pleasant ride to demise, befuddled
The summer woke up
Wearing wise in the huddle
It's all planned to look disorganized, subtle
Rock fatigues that
Hide from the beast, cuddle
A way out after we piece together puzzles
Peace within and expanding like Hubble
A book or key is the look to see the tunnel
It's not in school, it's not TV, it's the struggle
Vision gain, vision pain, never buckle
Sees brain under strain, never buckle
Wrinkle time, wrinkled mind or ruckle
Gotta laugh at the tears, gotta chuckle
Life hands you lemons, now you gotta juggle
Right in between all the hustle and bustle
Strength will sprout out of your spine
Wings, muscles
I'm not an angel
But a man aboard a shuttle
I'm on my way to heaven
See what I could rustle
Bring it back to earth
Back to the curfuffle
Under wolves in the Bronx, I suckle
In the mouth of madness, rebuttal
A rose grew from the cracks and crumbles
That's a billabong, buddy, not a puddle
That's not a dam holding back
That's a funnel
Like seeing home sweet home in your hovel
Like seeing home sweet home in your hovel
Like seeing home sweet home
Written by: Alan Gray Jr, Dylan Smith, Jason Colon, Tekeyah Young

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