Buy "Street Cred" on iTunes: http://bit.ly/mcmnthealbum
Written & performed by Zach Sherwin. https://twitter.com/zachsherwin
Beat by Upryz. http://upryz.com/
Directed by Ian Brownell.
Photographed & edited by Ian Brownell. http://www.btifilms.com
Scrapbook animation by Raj Kottamasu. http://rajworks.com
Featuring: Julia Prescott and Dave Ross (onlookers), Chris Walsh (drug dealer), Joe List (buyer), Nova Deyo and Mary Pierce (jump rope girls), Kid Spin + crew (dancers), Joshua Silverstein (beatboxer), Michelle Zeitler, Staci Hopkin, Olinde Mandell, and Mark Lipman (a cappella singers), Henry Kasdon, Shaun Bedgood, and Lamont Price (judges).
Special thanks: Jon Berkas, EpicLloyd, Nice Peter, Jack Vaughn and Ian Stearns at Comedy Central Records, Rita Sherwin, Kippy Dewey, Aleta Deyo, Camilo Aladro, Robby Roadsteamer, Dylan Callahan, Brian Agosta, Seth Reibstein, Seville Krause, Ellen Epstein, Brett Miller, Tanit Sakakini, Jackson Adams, Lorenzo Hodges, Rick Jenkins and the Comedy Studio, all the people in my old photos who didn't know they were going to be in this, and everyone who posts comments asking me to make more YouTube videos. I hear you guys.
I'm keeping these videos ad-free, but they cost money to make. You can show your support by buying the track or the album on iTunes. Here's the link again: http://bit.ly/mcmnthealbum
"Napkins"?!? That's his name?
Look at those black thick plastic glasses frames
Get a load of him bustin' raps
With his goofy-ass hair
And his Western shirts with the button snaps
He oughta keep his food chute shut
Rhymin' in his H&M denims with the boot cut
From his feet, to his head
That dude doesn't have any street cred
I don't have a lot of street cred...
And I don't think that it's a secret...
It's clear I'm not a hard MC
With S T R E E T C R E D
It can be difficult hip-hop singing
When you didn't have a typical rap upbringing
I never sold coke or PCP. I
Moved fro-yo at the TCBY
Never shot a proper gun
Just the Nintendo Duck Hunt one
And a Super Soaker water gun.
The Crip gang? I wasn't in it, dog
Just the youth group at my synagogue
Thugged out? Not even close.
Cub scouts. Webelos!
I didn't battle like 8 Mile.
Oh, I competed
But high school team debate style
Never wrote no graffiti!
Just thank you notes, for gifts on my b-day!
Prob'ly should have gone pre-med
Instead I'm an MC without a shred of
I was not a little street kid...
No, I was wholesome like whole wheat bread...
And now I rock the party
With no S T R E E T C R E D
I can't pop like a zit can
I can't lock like a kickstand
But in fifth grade, I played Tevye
And danced and lip synched
To "If I Were A Rich Man"
(Raise the roof!)
And I got to tell ya:
My beat box? Not stellar. But
I did do vocal percussion
In college a cappella.
Did I ever rob a store? No.
I did once shoplift a soft-core porno mag
From a news stand at the airport
I was scared I'd be sent off to jail for it
But do you think that they caught me
And threw me in juvie?
Not me! I got away scot-free!
My face would have been beet red
But at least with a jail bid
I'd have had a little bit of
I am not a foolish meathead!
And I'm also not conceited....
I know that there's no part of me
With S T R E E T C R E D!
Street cred, oooh
Jim jim jow a jim a jang jow
Street cred, oooh! Ahh, ahh...
Streeet cred, oooh
Dim dim dim dim dim dim dim.
Street cred, ooooh
Yabba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum