Sesame Street Sicko

Yo, I’m holdin’ it down on Sesame Street,

Runnin’ this block where the game’s mad deep.

Big Bird’s a boss, feathers drippin’ with flair,

Elmo’s ridin’ shotgun, red fur, no care.

 

Cookie Monster’s wild, crumbs on the pavement,

Oscar’s in his can, talkin’ trash, he’s brazen.

Grover’s got the plug, servin’ hustle and flow,

Ernie’s schemin’ with his duck, stackin’ that dough.

 

Snuffleupagus rolls, shadow movin’ real slick,

Count’s countin’ my stacks, flippin’ numbers real quick.

Zoe’s rockin’ her ice, ballet with a twist,

Telly’s paranoid, stressin’ shapes in his fist.

 

From Hooper’s corner to the stoop where we post,

This block’s got the grit, yo, we doin’ the most.

We learn, we grind, we rise, no defeat,

Sesame Street’s the turf where we own every beat.

 

I’m king of this block, crew reppin’ it hard,

In this hood, we never caught off guard.

123, let’s ride, we ain’t never gon’ flop,

Sesame Street, straight gangstas, to the top!