(Intro) Yo! Check the tempo! One for the block! Let's go! (Verse 1) Check the scene, concrete green, mean machine Dreams are seen then deemed too extreme Smooth talkers with rough schemes, ice in the chain, cold cream Young king with a big plan, startin' with a small team Stoop-side symposium, debate the economy While watchin' for the company in that unmarked phony Gotta move with urgency, a fluent currency The street's a university, graduate with severity Bap-bap! Quick maths, navigate the maze Sunny days, sideways gaze, gettin' through the craze Hustle hard, muscle art, subtle with the start Beat the heart of the city, play your part, get smart! (Chorus) Mean Streets! Bounce with it! Once chance, pounce with it! Mean Streets! Sound of the grit! Feet on the ground, hold the crown, won't quit! Yeah! Mean Streets! (Verse 2) Rapid fire, higher wire, buyer's market flier Tire screech, desire reach, lighter flick, inspire The block hot, clock watch, spot locked, non-stop Pop shop, cops watch, dreams can't be bought, they're caught! Precise, concise, roll the dice, pay the price Advice from old heads nice, but the game's on ice So slice the pie, apply the pressure, measure success By the treasure you possess and the souls you bless, yes! Quick spittin', city kitten, never gettin' bitten By the system that's written, I'm on a different mission Listen! Vision clear, no fear, engineer the vibe right here The future's near, my ear to the street, I hear it clear! (Chorus) Mean Streets! Bounce with it! One chance, pounce with it! Mean Streets! Sound of the grit! Feet on the ground, hold the crown, won't quit! Yeah! Mean Streets! (Bridge - Extended) Dig. Deep. Coal. Stoke. The. Fire. Raise. The. Stakes. Block. Never. Waits. Pressure. Mounts. Heat. On the street. Concrete. Can't retreat. Defeat? Never. Complete. Eyes sharp. Mind clear. Conquer the fear. Right. Here. Dig. Deep. Coal. Stoke. The. Fire. Raise. The. Stakes. Block. Never. Waits. Eyes sharp. Mind clear. Conquer the fear. Right. Here. The moment is NOW. The message is LOUD. GO! ( “brrrappps and thrumming bass solo) (A Capella Beatbox & Rap) Aight… Check the VOCAL tech-nique! Raw! On the MEAN street! EVERY single syllable's a WAR drum beat! No track, no bass, just the FACE of the case! Spittin' pure GRISTLE in the CENTER of the gristle! Sur-VIVAL by the RHYME, makin' TIME out of nothin'! Heart PUMPIN', fist BUMPIN', this hustle's COMING! From the ASPHALT jungle, vocal JUGGERNAUT! Leavin' EVERY verse I spit BURNIN' on the block! (Outro - Soldier's Chant & Finale) HUH! Mean streets! HUH! On the beat! HUH! Never slow! HUH! On the go! SOLDIER for the grind! ARMY of the mind! HUH! Left, right, left! HUH! Take the test! This is the rhythm of the real! The grind beneath your feet! Where every shadow got a heartbeat! Every victory's bittersweet! MEAN STREETS! You learn to speak the language of the eyes! Not the tongue! On the mean streets! Where the weak are undone! MEAN STREETS! Just tryna get a piece… of the sun… ...Aight… Word… That's the anthem… Forever…
