University Of The Streets - Papoose

Mhm

Yeah (Yeah)

Uh huh

Mainstream America don’t know that I’m nice

But they respect me for the love that I show to my wife

If they was steppin' to the mall when I’m holdin' my mic

They would see I keep a dead body over my ice

Those who follow true hip-hop know I’m precise

So they salute the general when I throw on my stripes

They respect the substance within the flow that I write

But they download it for free when they go on them sites

So they didn’t buy the album, I show 'em the light

I guess ten dollars was too much when I told 'em my price

I’m a psychotic, bionic, applied knowledge

University of the Streets, my college

Diabolic calisthenics, type brolic

That LV in my pocket, fly wallet

Sawed-off twelve gauge, I got it

That shotgun make your car jump like hydraulics

Bed-Stuy's hottest, make movies, biopic

Pop your eyeballs right out of your eye sockets

You won’t take the shot, you chump, I shot it

You claim you would, but your wood is dry rotted

The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound

Let me tell 'em this

I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner

'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon

America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical

colonial power behind it

What does your fanbase consist of?

Kids who use prescription drugs?

Older men following young girls in the strip clubs?

Rappers claimin' they gang members just to get buzz

Gang members claimin' they rappers just to get love

Y’all confusin' the audience, y’all got it mixed up

You the lil' homie, my nigga, you ain’t the big Blood

You ain’t speak against this shit?

Hypocrite thug

The only time you open your mouth is when you dick suck

Anybody hear me?

Does anybody hear me?

These rappers can’t see me, they legally blind, barely

I was in my prayers talkin' to God hopin' he hear me

While you sittin' on your iPhone talkin' to Siri

I’m feelin' kinda leery, the Devil must near me

Yellow-bellied sap suckers, you bird niggas, canaries

I do this for my granny, my mammy, and aunt Mary

We all one family, they handled us unfairly

They so not manly, cowards who pop Xanis

You do not scare me, so you should not dare me

I’ll leave your cries teary, screamin' out, «Why can’t we

All just get along?»

You softer than cotton candy

The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound

Let me tell 'em this

I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner

'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon

America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical

colonial power behind it