Текст песни Dark Streets feat. Ra the Rugged Man and Amalie Bruun (Mastered) 1 (feat. RA the Rugged Man & Amalie Bruun) - Malik B
Check
me
out,
turn
my
mu-
Check
me
out,
turn
my
music
up,
yeah
One–two,
yeah,
one–two,
uh,
yeah
Check
me
out,
yeah
A
militant,
Mr.
Green
ready
to
pull
your
card
No
my
name
ain′t
Roosevelt
but
I'm
upon
your
boulevard
First
a
n*gga
ride
up
with
the
product
I′m
known
to
blow
the
skies
up,
tell
ya
ma'
'duck′
When
I
rise
up
chicks
put
they
thighs
up
Play
hard,
work
a
little,
build
the
enterprise
up
Get
the
measurement
and
n*ggas
I
can
size
up
Style
way
foul,
like
the
owl
you
better
wise
up
I
play
this
game
of
life
like
it
was
an
instrument
But
sometimes
I
still
find
myself
in
′em
predicaments
Monkey
on
my
back,
I
gotta
build
an
almanac
I
got
the
solution,
they
can
show
me
where
the
problem
at
If
a
joker's
loco
– put
him
in
a
choke
hold
Show
that
motherf*cker
how
you′re
known
to
let
the
smoke
fold
You
gotta
understand,
the
joker,
he's
in
joke
mode
Brain
soaked
in
this
thang,
cloaked
by
the
boat
load
I
got
a
dope
though,
period
and
yoko
Give
me
that
perspective,
Malcolm
X
and
the
popo
Philly
resident,
the
drama′s
always
evident
Suckers
not
in
my
job,
description's
why
I′m
hesitant
I'm
tryna
make
a
meal,
the
Jus
got
me
to
take
a
deal
I
don't
know
how
a
faker
feel,
show
you
how
my
fade
is
real
Everyone
close
to
me
They
can
sense
demons
in
my
life
Save
me
from
these
dark
streets
Guard
me,
bring
me
to
the
light
Let
me
tell
you
this,
yo
I
bring
power
to
strength,
bringing
y′all
to
the
length
When
you
see
that
f*cking
red
dot
on
your
chest,
it′s
the
end
Snatch
you
girl
and
mount
her
on
my
lap
cause
she's
a
nymph
When
I
aim
and
start
to
squeeze
and
buck,
better
duck
This
soldier
never
budged,
my
soldier
strut
don′t
give
a
f*ck
You
hold
a
grudge,
never
got
along
with
a
judge
Every
time
I
gotta
sit
and
do
a
bid
like
a
duck
Chicks
setting
n*ggas
up
when
they
bring
home
from
the
club
I'm
connected
with
the
Angel
of
Death,
just
waiting
to
die
Taking
the
pie,
vacate,
you′re
faking
your
high
After
dark,
don't
get
caught
cause
bullets
fly
Clash,
ring
out,
and
bark,
who′s
the
first
to
get
sparked?
You're
nothing
but
talk,
put
your
gear
in
neutral
and
park
Verbal
assault,
now
you
wanna
run
from
the
war,
yo
Everyone
close
to
me
(Motherf*cker)
They
can
sense
demons
in
my
life
Save
me
from
these
dark
streets
Guard
me,
bring
me
to
the
light
Yeah,
yo
Since
I
was
12
my
name
ring
bells
in
the
boroughs
of
NY
Poetry,
Poe,
Pit
and
the
Pendulum,
where
Rugged
Man
died
Dark
streets
accelerated
heartbeats
Where
the
Christian
God
and
the
Muslim
Allah
meets
Liquor
stores
and
the
god
priests
The
God
speech,
more
shook
than
Mobb
Deep's
Crush,
kill,
conquer,
the
ET,
sharper
than
sharks
on
shark
week
I′m
back
- the
no
name,
the
slow
brain
wrecker
The
propane,
crack
cocaine,
gold
chain
era
Black
cloak,
cane,
no
shame,
reign
terror
You
lames
so
plain,
I′m
John
Coltrane
better
Rappers
are
signing
to
Satan,
this
ain't
a
Beach
Boy
good
vibration
It′s
a
total
lyrical
annihilation
Finally
forgettin'
following
the
fakes
you
put
your
faith
in
To
the
mentally
dying
I
spit
a
rhyme
and
you
awaken
Rappers
exaggerating
they
petty
claims
They
shoot
you
in
your
back
like
the
assassination
of
Jesse
James
I′m
the
ultimate
rhyme
pro
With
a
Chuck
D
voice
and
a
Daddy
Kane
flow
and
a
KRS
live
show
Spit
the
sick
tune,
hit
the
fam
with
sh*t
soon
Malik
B,
Mr.
Green,
another
hit
with
Miss.
Bruun,
sing
Everyone
close
to
me
They
can
sense
demons
in
my
life
Save
me
from
these
dark
streets
Guard
me,
bring
me
to
the
light
1 Dolla Bill
2 Metal is Out featuring Benefit (feat. Benefit)
3 Crown of Thorns featuring Skrewtape (feat. Skrewtape)
4 What Can I Say
5 We Gonna Make It featuring Nate Green
6 Devil
7 Sometimes
8 Definition
9 Tyrants
10 Rips in the Paper
11 Rhyme Exercise
12 Dark Streets feat. Ra the Rugged Man and Amalie Bruun (Mastered) 1 (feat. RA the Rugged Man & Amalie Bruun)
13 Fake Friends
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.