World Premier Release: January 9, 2009
Street Cred
by Stock-Master G Cee-Dee-O, Cee-eM-O, Credit default Swap, They ain’t no investments thay’s my bro’s on the block Cee-eL-O, Ay-Bee-eS, thay’s out chillin' in the hood, Collateralizing what SIV’s they got, while the gettin was good. Lehman, Bear, Merrill thay’s pretty much dead, Dey lost what my homeboyz stiiii-ll gots……. A little (pause) street cred.
It’s bloody out there, street littered with death Investment accounts screwed up on new accounting meth Main street is reelin' but the bell never rang To warn of the Qualts and Quants, those nasty Street gangs (“whisper”…Wall Street Gangs) You thought you was scared of the Bloods and the Crips, You ain’t seen nuttin’ like those mighty Wall Street rips.
The Lehmans, The Merrills, The Bears oh my The Wizard of Oz couldn't make that s__t fly Dems products was nuttin but pies-in-di-sguise, All covered in flies, fabricatized, ain't nothin but lies.
Dey's all pointin fingers wantin someone to blame, But you KNOW Homey wa-din't even playin' THAT game.... Loans by Countrywide, Northern Rock, H-B-S-C, Chase and Citi Were Sup-Prime and Alt-A to credit un-worthy, not P.Diddy Is anyone listenin, will anyone hang? For whom the bell tolls, that no-cred Wall Street Gang.
The Fannie, The Freddie made loans sexitized Un-bundled un-dressed and un-amoritzed. Too sexy for the catwalk of financial regulation Derivatives on derivatives with no value station.
Bankers party and disco, Milan and Japan
Investors lose shirts, Too Sexy to withstand Wachovia, Wa-Mu, Fannie-Freddie all bled It ain't quite the same as my boy Right Said Fred, When he did that little catwalk turn he sure turned heads.... Cuz he stiii-ll had all of his (pause) Street Cred.
The Goldmans, The Morgans, The Barclays near dead, No mo sugar plums dancin in thay's brainy heads, All of 'em slam-dunked way down in da tank, Ain't none of 'em now (use higher voice to finish line) what u call it, Investment Banks? Dey sewed 'em, dey rode 'em, dey put 'em ta bed, Dey backed 'em, re-wrapped 'em, made money dey said, Dey sold 'em, dey wrote 'em, insured 'em dey pled Dey blew that one thing dey needed.... A little (pause) street cred.
Yeah, Street Cred…. Like Stock-Master G, Street Cred Baby. (whistle out to the bars of "And the Twilights Last Gleaming) ---------+++--------- “Street Cred” – Copyright © 2009 – All Rights Reserved
Glenn Cutler aka Stock-Master G retains all rights to the Lyrics “Street Cred”
Musical Licenses will be considered.
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