[Intro: Lightnin' Rod sample]
"Now you could feel all the tension
Building up at the convention
As the hustlers began to arrive
Must have been 9 thousand or more
That came through the door
The time was 11:55
There were pickpockets and dope peddlers, murderers and thieves
Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves
Bank robbers, burglars, boosters, and pimps..."
[Refrain: Palaceer]
One more blaster for the streets
One more blaster for the streets
One more blaster for the streets
One more blaster for the streets
One more blaster for the streets (Hey)
One more blaster for the streets (Hey)
[Verse 1: Palaceer]
I was born from the understanding stars slung 'cross the heavens
Some might call uneven, my kind call it leanin'
Bitch boy – gets to leavin'
Black star, mine's are schemin'
Fulfill all our dreamin' – that's what's up this evenin'
Extra vacant bangers
Brim broke, chain swingers
Space cake, wars raise, AK that nigga language
God smile on me favours, baby caught the vapors
Magic golden purp running like the filthy Lakers
Self saviour, cream chaser in my Rod Lavers
With crack bakers, super real just like '88 was
'92, in '92, in '92 we grinded through
I was there, you're a square – these do not compare
If I'm there in the square, you should come and stare
Bring her too, learn a thing or two how a king'll do
Off the cuts, fill my coffers up, pop my collar up
Gun heat to these Gumbys, she gone steer it up
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: Palaceer]
Black stallions pull my chariot
My heart's broken
Time travel fast and far to the last oceans
Pump potion, pimp pirate pushin' plush prosing
Curtains closing, you ain't knowin', he was just posin'
Mack clonin', that's a no-no where I be rollin'
The lead's hot, how I pop – see, now that's a cold one
Constellation roll-call, it's a style sport
Winners take all, holler black for the strap's report
We respect Mohamed, peace be upon Him
Connecting with the pirates (Reach and you'll find...)
I know where to find it
These niggas shot Cyrus
[Interlude]
[Outro: Palaceer]
I'm the icest, wake up on the bottom on some fly shit
Priceless, but down there at the top, I can't find shit (But garbage)
Every time I rock, it's a tongue-kiss
E.A. starlet, forerunners and a pumped fist
Shout out to the BCCC (Constellation),
O.C., Cat and Stas, 'Dai, K.B.
Triple M, Ra-Ra, C.N.K.B
Bro Ro solo though Shaheed stay free
(Shifting within the space, it's been spoken – trust)
Dougie find heat where the cake be
Yung Ike, all night with that boy P
El's peeps, Fonce...
