[{"id":40006089,"name":"12 - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz","trackName":"12 - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz","artistName":"Street Smartz - Metal Thangz","albumName":"New York Reality Check 101","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nuh, uh, uh, uh\n\nStreet Smartz, O.C., Pharaoe\n\nYa don't, ya won't stop\nYa don't, ya won't quit\n\nyeah\n\nwe pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nwe pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nwe pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nyo, we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\n[O.C.]\nYo, unfold remarkable soul cold blooded\nBleedin' icicles, equivalent to North Pole\nRoll El Producto style, buddha mindstate\nBut I don't smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead\nI rock well when somebody's watchin me\nRhymes fine like Denzel, havin' shorties all jockin me\nMy poetry paintin' pictures call me Picasso, not so fast\nPut your microphone back in the stash\nWhen I'm through foes with hoes,\nTake what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\nSoul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\nLike a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\nRest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\nHoldin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\nYou see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\nI'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\nSo advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\nRun into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\nFallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\nAt the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\nFuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\nwe bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n...what, what\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nGet your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\nSee I was raised in the ill drug section\nAnd that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\nShit, I swore\nOn my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\nI craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\nAnd my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\nThat slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\nMy advice is to you: think twice\nThe price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\nI am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\nPlus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\nBut these scriptures are sculptures\nTo prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\nVipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\nFrom the hate that white invited\nSinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\nWatch the minister climb up (up)\nFillin in the atmosphere like canibus and if it's activatin me\nBelieve I'm captivatin heat plus I'm decapitatin three MC's\nWith my axe like thoraxes\nPractice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n(Street Smartz)\nNiggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\nSo fuck conversatin and contemplatin\nArms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\nCause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\nThese raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\nMy comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\nCheck my credentials with pen and pencils or instrumentals\nI make your mental experimental\nDon't be actin cock-a-mamey, cause niggaz on my block is crazy\nTalkin that rap shit, you couldn't even rock a baby\nBitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?) cause that's just more than trifle\nI'm sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle\nMy mind changes when the time changes\nAn MC that ain't sayin shit might as well be rappin' in sign language\nI get darkened eyed when I spark the lye\nStart stompin guys, have em screamin \"Let's compromise!\"\nAnd love a fly brawl so why stall\nKeep lookin at me, I'ma spray some Lysol in your eyeball...\n\nStreet Smartz... affiliation\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12 - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz - Street Smartz - Metal Thangz\n  artist: Street Smartz - Metal Thangz\n  album: New York Reality Check 101\n  duration_ms: 353829\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n  uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Street Smartz, O.C., Pharaoe\n\n  Ya don't, ya won't stop\n  Ya don't, ya won't quit\n\n  yeah\n\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  yo, we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\n  [O.C.]\n  Yo, unfold remarkable soul cold blooded\n  Bleedin' icicles, equivalent to North Pole\n  Roll El Producto style, buddha mindstate\n  But I don't smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead\n  I rock well when somebody's watchin me\n  Rhymes fine like Denzel, havin' shorties all jockin me\n  My poetry paintin' pictures call me Picasso, not so fast\n  Put your microphone back in the stash\n  When I'm through foes with hoes,\n  Take what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\n  Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\n  Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\n  Rest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\n  Holdin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\n  You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\n  I'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\n  So advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\n  Run into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\n  Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\n  At the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\n  Fuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\n  we bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n  ...what, what\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\n  See I was raised in the ill drug section\n  And that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\n  Shit, I swore\n  On my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\n  I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\n  And my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\n  That slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\n  My advice is to you: think twice\n  The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\n  I am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\n  Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\n  But these scriptures are sculptures\n  To prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\n  Vipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\n  From the hate that white invited\n  Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\n  Watch the minister climb up (up)\n  Fillin in the atmosphere like canibus and if it's activatin me\n  Believe I'm captivatin heat plus I'm decapitatin three MC's\n  With my axe like thoraxes\n  Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  (Street Smartz)\n  Niggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\n  So fuck conversatin and contemplatin\n  Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\n  Cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\n  These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\n  My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\n  Check my credentials with pen and 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New York Reality Check 101\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n  uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Street Smartz, O.C., Pharaoe\n\n  Ya don't, ya won't stop\n  Ya don't, ya won't quit\n\n  yeah\n\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  yo, we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\n  [O.C.]\n  Yo, unfold remarkable soul cold blooded\n  Bleedin' icicles, equivalent to North Pole\n  Roll El Producto style, buddha mindstate\n  But I don't smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead\n  I rock well when somebody's watchin me\n  Rhymes fine like Denzel, havin' shorties all jockin me\n  My poetry paintin' pictures call me Picasso, not so fast\n  Put your microphone back in the stash\n  When I'm through foes with hoes,\n  Take what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\n  Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\n  Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\n  Rest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\n  Holdin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\n  You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\n  I'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\n  So advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\n  Run into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\n  Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\n  At the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\n  Fuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\n  we bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n  ...what, what\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\n  See I was raised in the ill drug section\n  And that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\n  Shit, I swore\n  On my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\n  I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\n  And my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\n  That slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\n  My advice is to you: think twice\n  The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\n  I am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\n  Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\n  But these scriptures are sculptures\n  To prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\n  Vipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\n  From the hate that white invited\n  Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\n  Watch the minister climb up (up)\n  Fillin in the atmosphere like canibus and if it's activatin me\n  Believe I'm captivatin heat plus I'm decapitatin three MC's\n  With my axe like thoraxes\n  Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  (Street Smartz)\n  Niggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\n  So fuck conversatin and contemplatin\n  Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\n  Cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\n  These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\n  My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\n  Check my credentials with pen and pencils or instrumentals\n  I make your mental experimental\n  Don't be actin cock-a-mamey, cause niggaz on my block is crazy\n  Talkin that rap shit, you couldn't even rock a baby\n  Bitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?) cause that's 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hold, dick made of gold\nSoul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\nLike a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\nRest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\nHoldin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\nYou see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\nI'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\nSo advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\nRun into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\nFallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\nAt the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\nFuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\nwe bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n...what, what\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nGet your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no 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thoraxes\nPractice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n(Street Smartz)\nNiggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\nSo fuck conversatin and contemplatin\nArms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\nCause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\nThese raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\nMy comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\nCheck my credentials with pen and pencils or instrumentals\nI make your mental experimental\nDon't be actin cock-a-mamey, cause niggaz on my block is crazy\nTalkin that rap shit, you couldn't even rock a baby\nBitch I went out and bought a rifle (why?) cause that's just more than trifle\nI'm sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle\nMy mind changes when the time changes\nAn MC that ain't sayin shit might as well be rappin' in sign language\nI get darkened eyed when I spark the lye\nStart stompin guys, have em screamin \"Let's compromise!\"\nAnd love a fly brawl so why stall\nKeep lookin at me, I'ma spray some Lysol in your eyeball...\n\nStreet Smartz... affiliation\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Metal Thangz\n  artist: Street Smartz\n  album: New York Reality Check 101\n  duration_ms: 390000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n  uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Street Smartz, O.C., Pharaoe\n\n  Ya don't, ya won't stop\n  Ya don't, ya won't quit\n\n  yeah\n\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  yo, we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n\n  [O.C.]\n  Yo, unfold remarkable soul cold blooded\n  Bleedin' icicles, equivalent to North Pole\n  Roll El Producto style, buddha mindstate\n  But I don't smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead\n  I rock well when somebody's watchin me\n  Rhymes fine like Denzel, havin' shorties all jockin me\n  My poetry paintin' pictures call me Picasso, not so fast\n  Put your microphone back in the stash\n  When I'm through foes with hoes,\n  Take what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\n  Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\n  Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\n  Rest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\n  Holdin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\n  You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\n  I'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\n  So advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\n  Run into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\n  Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\n  At the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\n  Fuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\n  we bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n  ...what, what\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\n  See I was raised in the ill drug section\n  And that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\n  Shit, I swore\n  On my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\n  I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\n  And my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\n  That slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\n  My advice is to you: think twice\n  The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\n  I am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\n  Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\n  But these scriptures are sculptures\n  To prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\n  Vipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\n  From the hate that white invited\n  Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\n  Watch the minister climb up (up)\n  Fillin in the atmosphere like canibus and if it's activatin me\n  Believe I'm captivatin heat plus I'm decapitatin three MC's\n  With my axe like thoraxes\n  Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  (Street Smartz)\n  Niggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\n  So fuck conversatin and contemplatin\n  Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\n  Cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\n  These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\n  My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\n  Check my credentials with pen and pencils or instrumentals\n  I make your mental experimental\n  Don't be actin cock-a-mamey, cause niggaz on my 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me Picasso, not so fast\nPut your microphone back in the stash\nWhen I'm through foes with hoes,\nTake what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\nSoul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\nLike a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\nRest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\nHoldin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\nYou see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\nI'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\nSo advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\nRun into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\nFallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\nAt the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\nFuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\nwe bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n...what, what\n\n*pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n[Chorus:]\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\nYo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\nCause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nGet your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\nSee I was raised in the ill drug section\nAnd that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\nShit, I swore\nOn my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\nI craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\nAnd my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\nThat slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\nMy advice is to you: think twice\nThe price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\nI am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\nPlus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\nBut these scriptures are sculptures\nTo prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\nVipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\nFrom the hate that white invited\nSinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\nWatch the minister climb up (up)\nFillin in the 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fast\n  Put your microphone back in the stash\n  When I'm through foes with hoes,\n  Take what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold\n  Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me\n  Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's\n  Rest assured when I be on the mic, WAR\n  Holdin the goods like you buyin' in the surplus store\n  You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O\n  I'm smooth like a harp, you nothin but a banjo\n  So advance yo' tech-nine style, that shit is played off\n  Run into the likes of a Mongol slave, uh\n  Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now\n  At the corner of the century, I'm the manchild\n  Fuck That, abbreviated F.T., soon to come, bust off\n  we bust back strapped ready for war... what\n\n  ...what, what\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Get your motherfuckin orders of protection, MC's no question\n  See I was raised in the ill drug section\n  And that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore\n  Shit, I swore\n  On my father's grave I make slaves of niggaz who played brave\n  I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement\n  And my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices\n  That slices the first niggaz who thinks they are the nicest\n  My advice is to you: think twice\n  The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ\n  I am the Pharoahe, the road I'm on is kind of narrow\n  Plus there's a fork in the shit and I don't know which way to go\n  But these scriptures are sculptures\n  To prove to dead rappers the words hover above like vultures\n  Vipers, I write the type of shit to make niggaz incite race riots\n  From the hate that white invited\n  Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme\n  Watch the minister climb up (up)\n  Fillin in the atmosphere like canibus and if it's activatin me\n  Believe I'm captivatin heat plus I'm decapitatin three MC's\n  With my axe like thoraxes\n  Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what.\n\n  *pack metal thangz just to settle thangz*\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz just to settle thangz\n  Yo, when you hear this shit I bet your head'll swing\n  Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz\n\n  (Street Smartz)\n  Niggaz you better watch your back it takes concentration and confrontation\n  So fuck conversatin and contemplatin\n  Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel\n  Cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L\n  These raps is meant to fear yo I'ma rip this sentence here\n  My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care\n  Check my credentials with pen and pencils or 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