Street Signs

This for the b boys in the place who be breaking rockin ecko pnb the nation now its on ready set go let it be said dude with the dred is from the west coast lanoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestos yeah I'm bout the cleanest of the grimeys hold the mic and with the same hand do 1990s peace to radiotron don't stop you know its real being normals like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmill you a faker peace to rock steady and the l.a City breakers replace electro lites with a shot of super socco nobody ever ticked like the homie poppin taco or my uncle pablo still pop on occasions this is dedicated to the blacks, whites, and asians and my latinos and my bambinos who refuse to be wack spin on they back for a c-note come on! Throw ya hands in the air all my people keep em there gata fam fresh crew al n nyle for mayor cause its more to this track then the kick and the snare we been all around the world trying to take you there so say yeah yeah todays the day aint it let yo soul soar free above this world tainted I dream a dream to some it seems faded where it don't even matter what color your skin's painted I windmilled in wales until I fainted before the record sales prevailed we was releted like cousins and then the bling came in the meantime we still grind for street fame like chaka spray pain what I'm saying when I was a baby wrote graffiti with a crayon my combos levitate like a sayonce see the street signs so I'm embracing the chaos come on!