[Intro]

[Verse]
Enter
Into the dawn of the kings
Only, dawns of kings comprising my team
But they knew they was gods and the n***as was free
When technology went 20 degrees
These white boys wanna rap but they weak
If they ain't got it every day of the week
When shit pops as you open to speak
Cause turn cheeks, we can stomp it with cleats
The saw blades, metal plates and sheets
To say hate is a figure of speech, you know
New taste flavor of the week you know
Try me and we can meet in the street

[Hook]
Discrimination
Streets of rage
Discrimination
Turn the page

[Verse 2]
Shit, you wanna be my dog?
Step up, you can be my floor
Glass ceiling, imma break the floor
White gays at the glory hole
A black boy but the cuffs is gold
What's mine is mine, what's mine, what's yours?
Just keep the wax coming out of my pores
90% of these rappers are bored
N***as talking 'bout weed and couture
Recyclable friends, recyclable clothes
The Vine trope n***as i dispose
'ey, you don't hate it, but you sure that she knows
Shit, she won't leave me alone
She got a dome and the neck was sport
Gone
Head bangin' my
Everybody wanna die young, get rich
[Hook]
Discrimination
Streets of rage
Discrimination
Turn the page

[Outro]