Letras:
Your Hero Where The Streets End

your heart goin' blind (out of human touch, out of human touch we'll shine) So when I cry I hold you tight (so we will stand...) Where the streets end

some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na Your street time is limited 'cuz this bad rocks it take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket if your feelin' sick

street of Angeles With a manuscript at professional ass whippin' Task force, brass knuckles a master at ass kickin' If you ask for it I blast for it, your

to me When I stop to look around Oh I'd swear we are returning to the center of the town! Yes we're back here, where we started Where Cecelia used to

the Police as usual, eh, what good are you now) And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind (and all ya people standing around here with your hands in your

'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your

shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down your whole block froze down Infiltrators end up-no sound You sorry muthafuckas here's your

was on us We just walkin' home from school but they always on us It's like this, the streets is so lovely I love the streets because the streets made

diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash Coflow responds to the crowd's mileage [bigg jus] The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer Hit end to end