Low To The Street

Intro Yea Check it New Yorks Finest SirKastik on the mic, along with “SickToxic” New York City put yo hands up “Stand up, New York!” Yeah, It’s that NY vibe, you already know Yeah, Yeah Check it It’s gonna go something like this… “Pepe, run it!” Verse 1- (SirKastik)- Yeah New York, Where I’m from The city that never sleeps So I’ve been hustling on my block Nah I ain’t talking about slanging dope I’m slanging that bean pie Y’all already know where I been at Riding the metro, with the Retro’s on my feet Deep down in the pavement like it’s some sort’ a rat race The big apple Now lemme paint you a big picture of the City Lights And I still been ripping mics, while y’all been gripping dykes & I’m about to drop a clean record But I got nasty rhymes that will hit ya The second to do it, right after the greatest That’s Nasty Nas huh huh Verse 2- (SirKastik)- Yeah See I got much rhyme And never once have I committed much crime Unless you talking lyrically, cause I’m all about Logic’s PLP But if I catch you talking behind my back I’ll hit ya with a Punch line, cause never once did Y'all wanna grind With me and now you tryna shine with me? So you’re all up on me like it’s lunchtime? ha B, what? See I never took handouts The only time I put my hand out was for the automatic Paper towels in the public restrooms But that’s me I guess So I been low riding while bumping 50 50 times a day & Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink That I know kills my ---- But screw it Cause I can’t even find the perfect girl Verse 3- (SirKastik)- & I swear these records that be coming out nowadays all sound so alike, like what even is copy right? You all copy right? You lil rappers just hurt my ears, the only difference between me and you is that I’ve been writing for years Cocked back and ready to blow See i’m always armed and ready Y’all looking weak a bit too thin, so I break you up with dry spaghetti Cause while, Y'all been listening to nursery rhymes And phonics, I was studying ebonics Taught by the greatest Big L Who taught me that criminal slang Coming straight from the Wu-Tang Like that new bang Like boom bap You and your lame raps I could kill that Cause I’m flier than that Malibu And I come thru Like kung fu And kick you in the face like I’m wendy wu Dressed in all white black and blue I don't like your attitude And then they wonder who? Well, who does that matter to? Well if it’s that important they call me SirKastik Cause I be murdering your favorite rappers and putting ‘em in a casket, no need to mask it now But it’s about to get drastic son Come mess with me and my boy sick, and you’ll get your head blasted yea, I'm out Verse 4- (SickToxic)- SickToxic on the mic You all know exactly what time it is! To all my real New Yorkers.. Please, stand up! That’s right Augh!… Yeah, Look It’s that New York City, time to get gritty Bang Bang, a kid got shot, down the block Dang what a pity And He was only 15, with a dollar and a dream Involved in, crime and gang violence While, we all - stay silent Aahhhh, great! Now, look It's just another crime scene, ain’t it brothers and sisters? Augh, check it. It’s time for us to unite Can we all just stop, pointing fingers Cause the tough times Often causes our minds to linger throughout the night And me With another, brother gone My heart is getting cold At the same time Its melting gold And I’m getting paranoid of How many years I’m given to live and die Cuz I wanna be just like the greats Matter of fact I wanna be greater I got no time to sit and contemplate suicide, right now I just feel too alive to strive And reach for the stars in the galaxy, even though they seem so far I wonder if the greats are sent to heaven or hell tho Sometimes, I even question is that even fake for real tho? And if it doesn’t exist, do we just fold and grow old then mold And disintegrate in the dirt that we get buried in God, can you give me the answers Lord, give me some signs, please Verse 5- (SickToxic) God? Lord? Anybody? Please, give me a sign And tell me if, I’m I living right or living wrong? I feel like I'm always the sinner and never a winner, but right now I wanna be one, so please help me right my wrongs Even though my wrongs helped me write this song They tell me Don’t question anything Just do what’s right for you by whatever and any means And even if it means to run up with the rifle dude And kill all of your enemies But I know that deep down that’s not me And also not the correct answers to my problems So please will you help me solve ‘em, before my body some how dissolves and turns into dust I confess I must, I am a sinner and I’m sad to admit it But I repent Verse 6- (SickToxic) Cause, at any given time of day, these hoodlums be running their schemes Talking about they got, these big dreams! But all along it was just a scarface fantasy That they got stuck in their brains Causing them to lose their ways and go insane They’re just too afraid to admit it That they’re just fiends Fiends to the street life Fiends to the saying: live fast = and die young And they always be on that motto: Yolo .. You Know But me I’m running solo, dolo Cuz of my past, I now highly acknowledge that you can’t run the streets And if you do the streets will run you Run you Through! But Yeah I’m still that same kid Sick and tired of, living on these cold streets So, shout out to the ones Living in the basement …. in the winter with no heat Grinding in their room, and first making changes Working for months and years, chasing their careers Don’t know where they headed But yet they just keep their head up And don’t let nobody let up And in the morning It’s rise and shine, they just get up Verse 7- (SickToxic) - Me, I’m from New York Where we, always gotta embrace it Me, I’m from New York Where we don’t give a damn what your race is Me, I’m from New York Where we all got dreams and visions So we just chase it Me, I’m from New York Where we grow up To never take second places ... That’s right These New York City Lights That’s where I go to escape it At night Only the lonely times in my past has helped me shape it It’s 2 A.M. in New York City And even with all these city lights Right now my heart is vacant But I got my music And the old school instrumentals So I’m finna zoom and space out of my city On to another planet and trace it, and I finally made it (echos)