Bundle up my whole style is so cold  I glow like old guys who go bald  My flow got no front in the vocal  Your flow got no button its so old    I don't mean to sound like a showboat  But it's true my persona's no joke  I stepped into some kinda portal  I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble    I'm from the most risky zone - oh  No place is more shifty global  More pistols, Russian revolvers  We shootin' all that is normal    But it ain't just because we want to  We ain't got nowhere we can run to  Somebody please press the undo  They only teach us the things that guns do    Chorus  They don't teach us the ABCs  We play on the hard concrete  All we got is life on the streets  All we got is life on the streets  (repeat)    (Chubb Rock)  Rock, you know my era  B-boy seasoning, salt -n- pepa  Grown and sexy, come with the extra  Crushed up linen, fly like sess-a  This type brew I gave it birth  Now it's time again to give it a verse  Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja  ______ Brooklyn to Somalia  And it goes in the background  Playa, that is my sound  The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top  Pioneer legend, and they call me Mr. Rock  No B word or N word, I don't need those words (no)  Respect for hers  The game dried up, so we come with the grease  Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace    Chorus    Superman is known by the locals  As this dude who's so fly it's global  Attitude that came outta struggle  Destitute but I make it hopeful    You real, but my real is tenfold  My real'll make yours a rental  Gangsta if at ease, essential  Fight with guns or utensils    So bold nothin's confidential  Breakfast was not continental  And lunch could not compliment all  We still become competent souls    These streets ain't paved with no gold  Matter fact someone stole the light bulb  Nobody fat enough for lypo  They don't teach us to read and write, so...    Chorus    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN