Bonus RPK - Hymn ulicy

Hating the police, that's how I was raised
For fuckin' moves, every lame kicked out
He who is guilty, let him cast a stone
If you're a straight kid, you're punishing the bastard for drugs.
From the street report, what taking care of the backyard
If you steal from your friends, you're just a whore.
So it was and will be for me to the end of the world
Every other person on the street is just a dye guy.
Hide false assurances up your ass
Burn the gum, do blowjob, don't expect salvation
When I get to the prison I thought about it a lot
Where are you when you're not around? Do you appreciate my honor?
A man is loyal, he does no harm to a loved one
And not the robe adorns him, but the character, ambition
Whoever has to see, knows, I'm squeezing my life by the mouth
What is truth and what fiction, it's not up to you to judge
12 years underground, rap without creeping up your ass
Militia sniffing, exhausting, X-rays my group
I'm releasing a new song, I'm a rapper, not a dealer
I'll kill you with verses like an experienced killer.
Forever, not for a while, I would drink Jack for it
May good fortune, and misfortune pass by man
With rules, because believe me, there aren't many of them.
If clusterfuck wolud be, he would excuse with acts
[Chorus]
It's a street anthem, it's a street rhyme, it's street voice
I talk about it straight, I write about it all the time
It's street rap. Appreciate the message.
It's street rap from man to man
It's a street anthem, it's a street rhyme, it's street voice
I talk about it straight, I write about it all the time
It's street rap. Appreciate the message.
It's street rap from man to man

[Back 2]
Fuck you lames, you're into the girls of your buddies.
Nowadays, instead of keeping a stiff upper lip, it's easier to fuck
Fucking yap something than hold the line, keep the value
They go on heads, washes, cirrhosis
Or to stand like that, under the Frog to plan a Cossack
No better to take up the sport with passion, bounce back
Think for a moment how much life is worth
What the fuck does that get you and which way are you going?
I'm pissed off by the no rules. Problems at a push
In the box the dick good plays, in the freedom without hygiene
Mother, wife beats in the face, children have nothing to eat
The world has turned on its back and can't get up
Look into the content, 'cause it's a fact, not an empty bullshit.
I know exactly what five is, that's what I'm talking about on stage
BGU poet, WWA, life burden
Tell me, who else is going to raise this generation?
Money is one thing, message is another, hip-hop is just a hobby
But in the back of my head I have what the bench wants under the block
I'm not gram of America, It's not gram of mephedrone or weed
It's a pure truth from the street that calls for success
Old school says enough to fucking pathology
I'm me, and don't fucking knows who, without a copy.
RPK, a man who knows the fate of twists
I hope I can show you the right way too, buddy.


[Chorus]
It's a street anthem, it's a street rhyme, it's a street voice
I talk about it straight, I write about it all the time
It's street rap. Appreciate the message.
It's street rap from man to man
It's a street anthem, it's a street rhyme, it's a street voice
I talk about it straight, I write about it all the time
It's street rap. Appreciate the message.
It's street rap from man to man