Lyrics:
where kids
E/B E E
Have their say!
(Bridge) B
Don't reject
B7
Little ones
B E
They have part to play
B B
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until
B-e-y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f
( Be yourself )
B-e-y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f
( Be yourself )
B-e-y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f
( Be yourself )
B-e-y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f
( Be yourself )
I'm by myself in my
hurting yourself
With your fucking gone thirst for me
E.v.i.l
Run
E.v.i.l
Run
E.v.i.l. (That's all I have to do)
Run
E.v.i.l (Or else I'll be stuck with
flip
They could be my ex bitch or them kids on my dick
Little critics that'll never know the hell that I live
Acting like they ain't know me, when they
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
pounding on your shoulders
Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-why-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Nicko: ...if 'e'd o' come up to the riser dere, (shouting) I COULDA FUCKIN' 'EARD 'I'm!!!
Steve: But nick...
Nicko: Cunt was standin' be'ind, I was
shoulders
Never shall I be an MC, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you
F.L.Y In the building (fast life yungstaz)
I gotta be I gotta be I gotta be I gotta be I gotta be
I gotta be the one you love, I gotta be
I
tryna scrap? You a bore
Now I'm sleepy (Sleepy)
Got up out the shell, now I'm free at last
(Free at last) tried to get the kid killed
Ain't no plan B for
of the opposite sexes
Is yes, listen to the messages and I send some
We never knew where the poison came from
Yo, we're rapping on h.e.a.l. so we thought we like
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern
And when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the victorious one
[ Play ]
Yeah
Dope, ain't it?
He-he, I know
[ Kid ]
Man, gimme that
who we be
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah, that's who we be
Insurgents, not a bit nervous
No lip service, got a bit further to go
Do what I gotta kid; who
who we be
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah, that's who we be
Insurgents, not a bit nervous
No lip service, got a bit further to go
Do what I gotta kid; who
a pastor and a reverend
I’m not gonna wait a second
I just wanna be a legend
A
L E G E N D
L E G E N D
L E G E N D
That’s just what I’m trying to be
A
L E
beat on a blackman
There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin?
And if we flip, let's all flip together
Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather
And we
be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L
D.E.E.P. you want to go
shit it's Ice Rasta," is what my friends say
But I'm not Eric Andre, I don't play any games
I'm gonna be a teacher helping kids with math
Be like
When tonto came pronto, when there was danger
They didn't say they'd be there in half an hour
'Cause they displayed
Turtle power
T-you-are-t-l-e power
'em touch
Give me that thing that I love
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
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