Lyrics:
Doc should have had a funeral
Fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
And no one could give a thing
'Cept Jones,
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
Nyovest
I’m tryna give Boitumelo a baby and no one man, no one can stop me
It’s actually funny the things that we do to qcaza basadi-basadi (Sadi)
Boss ever
Note: This song is inspired by real Doc quotes. Every single fucking line was spoken, I shit you not. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jerry: “King
a better place
For all the good he'd done
We pulled up that old hitchin' post
Where Doc had nailed a sign
We'd painted it white and to all of us
It
cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must
I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut
exotic vacations
As you dig it, they set up regulations
Turn the rest of the
World into cancer patients
What's the diff, no but's, and's, or if's
it again
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you
buddy's step mom
Through some kind of witchcraft or time warp or new math, I wound up in Miss Jamie's Arms
To this day it haunts me how that look in her
.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
on a building site at all.
There's a shed up in the corner where they won't see you at all.
("Mind your sandwiches")
Enoch Powell will give us a job, diggin'
man, with the first tan, on the first land
with the first clan, who gives a damn?
In history KRS is WELL advised
But it's something that my
busy!
I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up
This chicken scopin, "Who the fuck parkin that Lincoln?"
It's D-O-C, Def Squad crew
I'm ready to fuck
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
'Til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
doc? No, the nigga died"
You the type to run into a party
Already tooted up can't get in? So you run
Get a strap and shoot it up
Mad cause you not
it happen
Get on your feet
Get on your feet
You say I know it's a waste of time
There's no use trying
So scared that life's gonna pass you by
Your
heard it's only up there
But I could never feel alone
Even when you put me in the shade
Because I've been through worse days
You can't put me in the days
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
Yo if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the FUCK out and let Doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty
night
I was illin'
Yeah yeah, mm-hmm
But straight up, to be honest Doc?
It was a beautiful night
It's just a beautiful night for a date
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