Lyrics:
time for them times back in 1990 something (Whooo)
They say you shouldn't cover classics
Tryna replicate the past can make the future tragic
Give me
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
to give my brothers props
...FUCK YOU
Yo Prod hit the muthafuckin hood and get a clown on G
A nine a clip the Uzi for the punks that want to beef
down for
by other men
No pretend
This is what it is
This is what you live
Take a second to remove the dagger from your ribs
'Cause more than not
The offender's
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
the very best decade on this earth!
1990s, baby! The year that my mommy made me!
And I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
No i played Nintendo daily, my
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
nigga stay down then I got Right now it’s time to go up
Go up, go up, go up, go up, go up and I’m steady stomping my feet
I get real love in these streets
Most of it tears, for fears, but then the clowns disappear
Who we
Do we
Smoking
Who we
Opus MC's, truly
Who's up next to test words I manifest
And suddenly the sun was shining
[Chorus]
In a city by the sun
Maybe when you saw me then
You thought I had the world at my feet
Maybe when you looked
taking it low
Kiddie with a black heart in a car park by Primark
Jamming Django Reinhardt
Living like a rockstar, refine rap to a fine art, Vincent Van
a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
Oh, it's mine, you might as well have it
You take ten feet back and then
a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
Oh, it's mine, you might as well have it
You take ten feet back and then
Oh the year was 1990
And a hundred years had passed
Since Eddington, Del Risco
Raised their flag upon their mast
And a hell of a lot of water
Had
FIND YOU
By G. Graham Perry III, 1990
I’d like to find you, but you’re not at home.
I need to find you ‘cause I’m so alone.
The river’s swollen
down the snow-white beach, feel the sand in my toes and the waves on my feet, take me back again... to the island
I close my eyes and slowly drift away,
face
I just want some motherfuckin' feet on my face
I'm Flip Flop the motherfucking clown, I let my balls swing around
I grab them and drag them off
gotta act a clown
But one thing about a blessing, it come back around
Ask around
I'm known by over half the town
And they rootin' for a kid like me
I
The Rebel Clown is in your town
You're going 6 feet in the ground
The Rebel Clown is in your town
Wit that WICKED carnival sound
The Rebel Clown is in your
underneath
And when you walk by, do you know how I feel?
Like a clown
Feel like a clown
When I try to convey that I want to
I keep tumbling around
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