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a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust
Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
Give it here... uhh 
Mic testing one two 
Right about now I want to have a little fun with this 
And just talk a little bit of junk ya know
Secretly they fantasize
But they know they'll never paid be to play

Yea 
I'ma kill one of you young punks
With a old school flow
Flow flow

Though I
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
thirty-eights aimed at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In
Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it
But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket
So when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La
get redundant
Refuse to stoop to stupid
Cause they dumbed it
Down
Like motown
Say it loud
Damn
Like I'm the new James Brown uh

Put it up
Put
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"


Well, what did you have in mind?


"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like 

Nini Brown 

Puttin suckas in fear 

Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here 

I'm buying new
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!

(Joe Budden)

Them wolves is out nigga

(Ransom)
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!

(Joe Budden)

Them wolves is out nigga

(Ransom)
the bass
(Now whut's up?)
What the deal, huh?
(Now whut's up?)

Yo, y'all know me, maniacs and addicts add it, at it
Venomous addict snake biter, I the,
Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are
my people on the front lines

People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask you
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask you
as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
Sneak (dissin’)
Sneak me through the back window,
Probably worn when KRS One teaches
Nas, made you look, before the haters
I bet you Kan had 'em on when he walked with Jesus
This is classic

Classic,
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like
shoot gift like heron 
With skills of gil-scott 
Nights like sir Lancelot can get heated 
Prescribin' your vibe, love, 
I know how you need it
faces, the waves were getting high
Saw them kicking down onto the front
And the cars dodged the water that was flooding on by
And I just stood there,