Carlton Fisk - A Star is Born lyrics

[Intro: Streetlife] Do this, do this damn thing, yo Ohhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for this Word, co*k back that sh**, yeah, greatness Ohhhh, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on [Streetlife] This is rap bizarre, another star in the making Took lot's of patience, deep concentration Sat back, an*lyze your M.C.'S mistakes and Realize most of y'all rap cats is fakin' Like y'all is serial k**ers, and ain't murderin' nathan Funk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotation Place your bet, whose the next rap sensation? Mobilize, regulate, a whole generation f** what ya heard, this is Street Education Pluckin' at your nerve, like a stab wound patient I feed blatent, styles still flagrant Catch me on Rap City, loungin' in the basement Style, still gritty, double dart agent I master the art, check my rap pages They stab you in the back, who that? Smiling faces That's why, I carry the gat in foreign places [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Rap bizarre, another star in the making (ohhhh) Keep faking, get your seat taken (ohhhh) [Carlton Fisk] Yo, inhale this paraphanel', dart from jail It's P.L.O., see me up north in your cell Plug your cherry rich Glock in hell, find your way out Tunnel vision like we emburk, fight my way out n***as can't stop me, five seven seven tips probably Serving me, enter my building lobby Police recording me, yo, I got I.D So on point, pa** you a holder with three felonies Verrazano, horizontal move, first that gave him rules n***as can't f** with P.L.O., for real All that sh** sound slick, but let's be for real You a f*ggot life n***a, that just caught a birth I'm the raw suspect that'll tuck your eighth Pistol whip you in the face, make you crack the safe Man, you can front all you want on cd's and mixtapes P.L.O. Style, n***as had to earn they name [Chorus] [Streetlife] This is Shaolin, what? n***as grab your nuts Strut, rock to, what I conduct After this verse, I might self destruct Short fuse, overheating, blow the f** up Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna f**? No disrespect, got a love jones for s*uts Big bag of dud, Deck, burn a Dutch Fiends control your lust, look, but don't touch Still Wu, keep the God-U, tucked under the gut Rap lust, my flow is spectaculaus n***as doubt my sk**, like I ain't real enough f** what you feel, that's why you still baggin' up It be those n***as you know, that be actin' up That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a f** Fans rush the bus, to get star struck I'm that same road, he's just loungin' in cut [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Inspectah Deck (Streetlife)] Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size/7 Get ya sh** taken on the spot Rebel I (word up, be on starter) Wu-Tang, k**a Beez n***a (who request that?) Forever (word up, ohhhhh) Yo, pa** that bone (you know how we do) (Word up, k**a Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin, ohhhh)