Unknown Artist - StreetSlang

{Verse 1}
Let’s take a trip inside a concrete jungle on the inner city slums, where some
Will risk it for a biscuit just to end up with crumbs
With lumps about, more clowns around then pennies to a pound
More pounds and pence to common sense to decency, despair is ever-increasing
Recently, the end is feasibly near
Most people’s actions are prompted by fear
Look what you see it clear
The signs are therе, compare now how the shit we do
No longеr is traditional, or classical, conditional
I’ll kick back, and seize my only moment for relaxing
Smoking, fighting through some blackheads
Ripping freestyle practice
Fakers hear the shit and wanna jacket me, emergent
Even screaming in urgency at Accident Emergency
You’ve never heard an evil clown, you’ve heard of me now
My art defines the finest unders underground
I’m on the movement for improvement
And soldiers wanted me down, they understand my insistence
Existence means resistance to daily affliction from drug addiction and aimless confliction
Society’s sick, and my shit’s the prescription
Pupils dilated and bated breath, classical symbolisms of animalism
Listen as my written terrorism runs through the system like inoculation
Calculated those for maximum penetration
Devastated like a detonation, I cause panic and a rush to discuss my semantic antics ‘cha

{Chorus}
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (yo, yo)
This is the street slang (check it)
This is the street slang (yeah)
(uh) This is the street slang (check it, yeah)
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (check, check)
This is the street slang

{Verse 2}
There’s a lot of hopeful eyes I see
Living a dream to be a rapper ‘till I step on the scene
For instantly it’s like, power extreme
If you’re a crew and all, devour your tea
You get scared, you’re a coward it seems
My rhymes, I oughta fucking dollar to (?...)
Your parents, (?...) ashamed, another way but it cleans
You look at me like you’re a harder turn off, do ya (woah!)
Tickle your props, don’t hold us when your own family start to boo ya
With disgrace in the name, an (?...) colour
The city of Gs, I come from East London, (?...)
Man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
Not many people watching follow this, what I do
I shot a few mans who were taught wasting my time
Now do you understand what I talk about in my rhymes?
This is the street slang, me coming from east end
To show yous how it goes when (?...) a policeman
You got a three-day auto, catch the flow and I’ll start flashing
Movies, lyrics, series’ and feelings, (?...) flashing y’all
I’m smashing through a competition, things exist
Until the fall, we’re gonna disregard it as a myth
I shift into position as soon as the word go
Kicking lyrics (?...), but act like you heard wrong
Two par flows, I’m kicking on the (?...)
(?...) what’s on this thing, all you punks will end up swinging
You playing games mane? What the fuck I maintain?
I’ve love for my niggas in the game’s maintain
But don’t get caught up in the cycle, ‘Cause the younger munters
Wanted for us to kill off our family like Michael
Myer, you hypocrite, play (?...)
Fool enough to stir the (?...) same to requires, yeah

{Chorus}
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (check it)
This is the street slang (yeah)
This is the street slang (check it, yo, yeah)
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (check it)
This is the street slang (yeah)
This is the street slang (check it, yeah)
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (check it)
This is the street slang (yeah)
This is the street slang (check it, yo, yeah)
This is the street slang
This is the street slang
This is the street slang (yo, yo)
This is the street slang (check it)
This is the street slang (yeah)
This is the street slang (check it, yo, yeah)