After randomly popping in an old burned CD for the car (BlazeStar Presents: D-Block Dominance, 2005), I was fondly reminded of one of the most overlooked and underrated Wu disciples -- Patrick Charles a.k.a. Street Life. Today's featured verse is him verbally laying waste to "Semi-Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket"; a RZA-produced, hardcore banger of a track which appeared on the High School High soundtrack album back in '96 (where he is credited only as Street). This was in fact only his second major feature alongside his Shaolin brethren, the first being on Method Man's seminal debut album, Tical ("Mr. Sandman"). That High School High CD though, wow... I remember buying it on while in school on a field trip to Boston and being blown away by the sheer number of quality tracks on it (about 10 or so, if I recall correctly)! ANYWAYS, since you're the type of person who would read this blog, pick it up if you see it somewhere -- you'll thank me later!
Street Life - "Semi Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD
Wu-Tang bee... Killin you softly with this song
You won't survive the outcome; I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin Murder One charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader, jackin cats in elevators
I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.
S-I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile, Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle..
I'm not your basic, street entrepreneur
Crime Talk, packs the Luger
High pursuit for the CREAM like The Bodyguard from Beijing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, D.O.A.
Bomb-shell your borough like Bombay
Opposite a track, that's why these thieves stay strapped
As we, travel the globe to put Shaolin on the map
I show loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust through your skully
I'm rated second-to-none, I be the top gun
From the lands of the slums spittin blades from my tongue
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid, there's no survival
My flow lights up the block, like a homicidal!
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of...
