To The Streets by Kindly [bad word] 

[Hook:]
Mic - make check, stand up, get back
Ain't gonna stop makin' tracks - I'm mad;
Bounce - start rockin', neva quit da game
Catch me rollin', not the weed, but fame.

[1-st verse:]
Back in the dayz when rap waz stunt not pops,
Goin' to a concert like a gift from the gods,
Yellin', buyin' cassette of American hip-hop,
Chillin' in da hood, with a street-ball on da spot.
Messin' with da fellaz, blowin' stuff not crack,
Datin' with da ladiez, not the hoez, got dat?
Ridin' in da Beamer, burnin' tyrez all day,
Feelin' moody pressure, stayin' calm anyway,
That has strangely passed, settin' printz in yo' chest,
Neva try erasin' crazy rockin' memoriez like that,
So step on, bring this track, [bad word] to an endless trip
What a [bad word] rare act - bringin' kindness to the streets.

[2-nd verse:]
Growin' by strong lyrics, West-West, u always feel it
Not that tendencies, mass givings, 
Crackin' brains like twerkin' peaches,
Nor the posers with the spittin' in the mics
Like squitrin' [bad word] with a load of smelly features, 
Grabbin' fingers to a shipment of what media
Could give u, but, thanks God, 2pac still breathin'
With a face-palm and mid fingers
To the blind stars with the bevies, 
Loosing mind like addict babies
Watchin' money grows and tellin'
" I'm a husla " in a cabby,
While producer looks like faerie
Pullin' down his pants and waitin'
Till u fall asleep from Henny,
Just wake up, from nightmare, get it
Actions speak from heart, not muggin'
So think twice before you drop 'em
And stay [bad word] to roots and culture,
Pop it, rock it, hate it, love it
Streets need human not a puppet.