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streets feel - mista fox lyrics

(verse one: mista fox)
i hit the block but it’s hot, i gotta wear a disguise
i’m gettin’ fly, everybody else barely get by
these upper*class cats always bustin’ wack raps
i’m in the the i8 tinted, rims custom matte black
chronograph breitling watch, pull up to your wifey’s spot
who’s that with the diamond phone? “might be fox”
weed syrup in the fourloko*peach
folk rollin’ deep, props from here to mozambique
control the streets off of a pen & pad
hungrier than russians who lived through leningrad
you never had bars, it ain’t hard to show you
i’m having more poems than a barnes & n0ble
mista fox… the don mulato
y’all don’t got game like johnny bravo
i’m going up like a property tax
rappers bite my lines like i’m throwing ozzie a bat

(hook x2: mista fox)
tell me how the streets feel (vibing with us!)
tell me how the streets feel (slime in the cut!)
tell me how the streets feel, just keep it real
used to eat goya, now i eat veal

(verse two: g*tee)
g*tee, precision is my occupation
east coast; showcase proper operation
no collision with cop, i stay mint
papes is all mine once i got a tastin’
i’m not amazed when a lot of strays end up • lost; phonies
• tryna floss low cheese • cross those streets, but the boss own these
no sheathes, a carving artist weilding exposed blades
might give you a throat shave for steppin’ in close range
and you can almost claim your chain is genuine
but when it’s in light it’s just painted, bent and thin
your next of kin will be left with costume jewelry
i guess you’ve been in deep rest to not consume green
a plot to fool me ain’t the savviest choice
your staff be just boys, my crew bring the nastiest noise
we ain’t the mothaf*ckas your daddy employs
crafty and poised, if it was the 90’s then the taxi avoids

(hook x2: mista fox)
tell me how the streets feel (vibing with us!)
tell me how the streets feel (slime in the cut!)
tell me how the streets feel, just keep it real
used to eat goya, now i eat veal

(verse three: mista fox)
style platinum, need at least a golden plaque
diamond phone tapped, i’m with g*tee, no holding back!
evil lair lampin’, simultaneously hustlin’
i be in the loop with iranians and russians
you know the vibes, i been turned o’s to pies
cruise by your crib, see the beam? close the blinds
watch the hammer scorch out the panamera porsche
mista fox the demon king ganandorf!
can’t endorse those claiming they ran new york
you will get fed to the fish at abandoned wharfs
the blatherskites don’t be rappin’ right
i shoot the dragunov from the hip, i feel like captain price
intensive training leave only the best remaining
it’s a free fall to the gutter unless you’re caking
massacre; new york to staffordshire
1,000 years of all the best rappers merged
it’s fox!

(hook x2: mista fox)
tell me how the streets feel (vibing with us!)
tell me how the streets feel (slime in the cut!)
tell me how the streets feel, just keep it real
used to eat goya, now i eat veal

(outro: mista fox)
yeah!
you heard it here from the most mischevous mulato mista fox
with my man g*tee
my n*gga bemadd
you know how the f*ck we do n*gga
ancient new york
rest in peace to my brother big l (corleone)
you know what i’m sayin’?
that’s how we do, rest in peace to party arty
tell me how the streets feel (yeah)
no doubt
tell me how the streets feel

- mista fox lyrics

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