Dark Streets Malik B & Mr. Green (Ft. Myrkur & R.A. The Rugged Man)

[Intro: Malik B]
Check me out, turn my music up, yeah
One–two, yeah, one–two, uh, yeah
Check me out, yeah

[Verse 1: Malik B]
A militant, Mr. Green ready to pull your card
No my name ain't Roosevelt but I'm upon your boulevard
First a nigga ride up with the product
I'm known to blow the skies up, tell ya ma' "duck"
When I rise up chicks put they thighs up
Play hard, work a little, build the enterprise up
Get the measurement and niggas I can size up
Style way foul, like the owl you better wise up
I play this game of life like it was an instrument
But sometimes I still find myself in 'em predicaments
Monkey on my back, I gotta build an almanac
I got the solution, they can show me where the problem at
If a joker's loco – put him in a choke hold
Show that motherfucker how you're known to let the smoke fold
You gotta understand, the joker, he's in joke mode
Brain soaked in this thang, cloaked by the boat load
I got a dope though, period and yoko
Give me that perspective, Malcolm X and the popo
Philly resident, the drama's always evident
Suckers not in my job, description's why I'm hesitant
I'm tryna make a meal, the Jus got me to take a deal
I don't know how a faker feel, show you how my fade is real