Honors English - Cymbals On The Sidewalk lyrics

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<i>[Intro:]</i>

What if the boulevard could speak, the alleyways could talk

If the blocks were horns and the sidewalks were harps

But before we start, let me give you a warning

The keys and violins are just part of the performance

<i>[Verse 1: Honors English]</i>

In this performance, they turn the sirens up every other morning

Caution, them yellow strings don't go across them

Make sure you a bro then he faded into a corner

Get his cross faded into his aura

I was brought up in this genre

Still can't equalize the highs and the horrors

I'll mix it down tomorrow

When they not getting smelled by the canines

And every week y'all police dogs leapfrog see

By the bassheads played by the bassline

To think we was engineered to lose

The criminal's violin's louder than his schools

The minister is shoutin' on mute

While the three-time felon's caught in the wrong loop, wrong loop, wrong

I'm just trying to remix it, to give you a score

They can help the babies grow like umbilical cords

It's just cymbals on the sidewalk

<i>[Verse 2: Honors English]</i>

Did you hear that? Damn, that's how them hammers go pop

So, when it's quiet it's like an amplified watch

And the minors absorb the distortion

It goes in they ears and it pours out they organs

Let me use an example

They chop and they screw that shit

To produce them a sample

Then they stretch it to see who got the best pictures

If they sopranos, as if it's a channel

Why is it hard to get a job but easy to get a hit

Contrary to popular belief not everybody flips

Coke, but everybody gets fly, just to get by

You gotta switch up the kicks

My grandma work day and night shifts

Hurt her back so I'm tryna pay her back

Dislocating these discs

And hurting these tracks is virtuoso English

Yeah, I propose, let me know if you want riffs

Yeah it's just cymbals on the sidewalk

<i>[Verse 3: Honors English]</i>

Sometimes, I talk to my homie Proof

And I'm always talking with Mike and he tell me get the loot

But, but we gotta double sharp

In order to change these cymbals on our sidewalks

They throwin' us in jail from guns and drug sales

I think it's time for us to play on another scale

Cause we like publishing the trap

I let the streets shit alone, no strings attached

Chrome, I'm buildin' up a staff and my business crumbles

I reverse the crash

But scratch that, I'm tryna see stacks

And backtrack so my pockets never be flat

Yeah, so fuck a crew

A one mind ensemble is upon you

Remember we were kings before emcees

So let's all get back to our royalties

This is cymbals on the sidewalk