"Street Performer MC's"  Parental Advisory genre: West Coast
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	This is the title track from our debut album
	CD: Street Performer MC's   Label: Subterranean Credits: Music: Cornbread / Lyrics: MC Revolve
	Lyrics to be, a street performer emcee steppin off street corners or not to be, steppin up on ya if you cant work the crowd, get in the crowd some emcees still dont know what it means and their spots never blown minds never owned thoughts never home on the microphone young kid got drawn to the three new york city emcees blue suede pumas, ringer ts you never could get like that or get up on the mesh like these nuts hang past my knees when i see the crowd my PAs gonna get loud youll never get my back, oh please cause just my brother got that 1,2 up in you like the project groove you wanna get into never was down with OPD so no glock but im ginsu chop for your block youre the smoke, im the rock youre the joke and i told you to everybody in the workshop some emcees have not, but ive got so dont fuck with me kaleidescopic energy i want to know what separates me from the 2D stands me out in relief from the Bs and keeps my sound clouded from my enemies 2 street performer emcees walking up 2nd avenue in the morning steam drains up from the underground heat 35 degrees but it twist the stage 360 a couple kids from the 5 with crazy different histories but still family so leave your mic with us and catch the bus ill leave your blueprints in the dust to be a street performer emcee stepping off street corners or not to be, a street performer emcee stepping off street corners or not to be, a street performer emcee give me the bolt of lightning in the manos boy motherfuckers transfixed with the pathos ill hit the stage with the rage hittin' me with a fist ill get em up like this with a vengeance shotgun cocked in direction of aryan nation sucker show patience lock hollowpoint infection on every last hooded motherfucker in the section, buckaa! like flames of ice, advanced forms of pain brotherhood inflict heat flash in the pouring rain ill timed emceess get venemous rhymed in the silence take em downtown with the... the blacktop move with irreverence to police presence, hesitate anytime i get the presidents rhymin but other times ill do it just for the hell of it irrelevant rhymes innocent move from the path of intelligence from the underland every time i hit the microphone hell-bent somehow heaven-sent from the devil elements loose motherfuckers turn death resident my sound pay dividends past tense emcees want to know where the fuck it went and mad dog me with murderous intent if you cant work the crowd get in the crowd i got a passion for the action got a psyche for the noise and lights i got a jones for the microphone arright? we have become street performer emcees steppin off street corners a lot of emcees still dont understand you cant work the crowd, get in the crowd

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