I MOVE TO THE MUSIC OF THE STREETS
WHAT TAKES ME HIGHER
THE MELODY IN THE BEAT
I MOVE FAST PACED LIKE THE SWIFT OF NEW YORK
STAND GUARD LIKE SECURITY
BLOCKING ALL ENTRANCES
TO MY HEART

ITS THE RHYTHYM OF THE GUN
THAT KEEPS ME CLAPPING AT SUNDAY WORSHIP
FEAR OF THE SILENCE
THAT COMES WITH DEATH
I PLAY THIS INSTRUMENT WE CALL LIFE
EVERY ANGLE
EVERY TUNE
I WAS BORN TO PLAY...
MY MELODY IS UNHEARD
5'4 BUT I STAND TALL AGAINST MANY
MY EXPERIENCE COMES WITH TIME
KNOWLEDGE I GOT PLENTY

MY ORCHESTRA COMES WITH MUCH HARMONY
WHAT DEFINES ME
THERE IS NO DEFINTION
I WOULD NEVER LIMIT MY STATUS BASED ON "WEBSTER"
SEE MY HARMONIC TUNES PAINT PICTURES OF TRUE REALITY

SOME DAYS HIGH PITCHED LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
I CANT CATCH THE BEATS TO THESE STREETS
GET ON UP...
DANCE YOUR WAY THROUGH THOSE LOW TONES WE CALL TROUBLES..
RELEASE THOSE DRUMS THAT BEAT YOU DOWN
AND FREE YOURSELF WITH THOSE KEYS
LET IT FLOW
HEAR YOUR MUSIC
YOU ASK; HOW DO YOU STAY IN TUNE WHEN THERES NO MELODY???

LISTEN;
GUNS CLAPPING
BABIES CRYING
COFFINS CLOSING
MY MELODY WAS CHOSEN
HIP HOP
NA
I CALL IT THE STRUGGLE
I MOVE TO THE MUSIC OF THE STREETS WHAT TAKES ME HIGHER
THE MELODY OF THE BEAT

LISTEN TO THE CRYS OF THE WEAK
NOW ISNT THAT TONE UNIQUE
YOU HEAR THAT BANG IN THAT NINE..WHEN IT POPS OFF FIVE TIMES
WATCH THE STREETS STAND AT ATTENTION
GHETTO OPERAS
REALISTIC STORIES..SANG BY THE VICTIMS..DESERVE A STANDING OVATION
YOU CLAP..WE CLAP BACK
WATCH US BEAT OUR FEET DC STYLE
WHEN WE PREAPRE OUR LYRICS
TO THIS NEVER ENDING SONG
VERSE BY VERSE UNHEARD BY MANY
NO OSCARS..NO GRAMMYS
SEE
I MOVE TO THE MUSIC OF THE STREETS
WHAT TAKES ME HIGHER
THE MELODY IN THE BEAT.........