Lyrics:
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
to estimate the difference from the start
With all the messages, they're written in the dark
It was all by night
I guess they want my la la la la la la light
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
sick, the rhyme bring come wicked
My knife I gotta go stick it
Inside of that fool
That's talkin smack
Where you at punk bitch
I knew that you where
red, pack the Uz-o
Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo
La la la la la la la la, la la la laaaah
(yeah, yeah, ah huh, ah huh)
La la laaah, la laaah, la
Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubians, and De La Soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your
sick, the rhyme bring come wicked
My knife I gotta go stick it
Inside of that fool
That's talkin smack
Where you at punk bitch
I knew that you where
like a necromantic
Rhymin' schemes are sick but not ever sycophantic
Never too frantic, study semantics
Or better yet, study this Arachnamantics
Droppin'
on the line girl)
Hey DJ (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called
Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubians, and De La Soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your
Witness the return of the menace,
Let the agendas begin,
Hope you skittish bitches is takin it in,
Sick again with the pen, litigious, prodigious,
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
the original, flow's sick
And anybody can get it, COVID
You fuckin' with that?
I done wrote shit that was so sharp
I could slit my own fucking throat with it
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
you a different individual"
Who else doing they own promo and they visuals?
I do everything, so all this shit original
I could mix up all the film with
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
An order around
Abnormal
Normally, we believe that Lady Liberty loved the tired, poor, hungry and sick
She does say that under her toes
Thanks to La France
My fucking money
My fucking weed
Chain on my neck
Drink from lean
Yo no soy del trap como pegan mis traps
Vengo del rap solo para ganar
La vida del
and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
the game is
The same as, My name is
By Marshall
It was partial for my sparkle
Get a part two when I spot you
Be like statues when I catch you
Or shaking like
Bass strings and piano keys
By green grass reading poetry
I am the sick the dead I am
Warm body asleep underneath
Excuse me for having a heart
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