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Kelis Was Here [UK Version] (Kelis) · Kelis Was Here [Argentina Bonus Track] (Kelis) · Kelis Was Here [Clean] (Kelis) · Kelis Was Here (Kelis) · To Be Continued... [Acapella Version] (Evidence) · Acapella (Kelis) · Acapella (Karmin) · Acapella Hymns (Glad) · Acapella (Kelis) · An Acapella Christmas (The Manhattan Transfer) – and 90 other albums »


Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
love
That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
I used to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes acapella, no beat, behind bars
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
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Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in