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D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
still young...'cause, 'fo y'all knows it, he be reachin' adulthood and marry some bitch name rhonda ...'n, by dat time, he gwine become what dey call
flaunt
Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
Takin' out you suckas while Scott Larock
screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy
We've done the "porch swing love" so long I can't remember my name
Back and forth nice and slow 'till we get real close and you still want to wait
curl
I'm surrounded by females, you don't even got one girl

[GR8 Scott]
You talking all that shit, and yet you still sound weak
The only reason you
chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We
you ain't fuckin' just walk on by 

All you bitches just walk on by 

Verse 2-Fat Joe 

I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah 

met her
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone

One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I
socks, some name brand dumb shit
Logo never make a man, but I'm still blowin' thousands on it
No clue what I'm callin' my album
Fans be at my van
laws you're governed by?
Who cares what name you call a town?
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground?

From the corner of my eye
A hint
Yeah, whoa whoa
Yeah, whoa whoa
Haha
Yeah
My name is Scott Mescudi
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah

Gotta get it through my thick head
I was so close to bein'
the I come before the E except after see to the H 

To the you to the double be	  we respect that name cause the rock just G'd 
All over the commercial
Have I become a target that some people can't resist?
My flaws have become a greater risk
If my name is a synonym to love and
Happiness then why
watchin' and I still be movin' the base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We movin' weight
pride and joy like Stevie Ray Vaughan
Got a lot of dollars off my occupation
Jealous, poppin off, it's obvious they pocket change shrunk
Now they wanna
(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad
So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
Twenty
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G 
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G 
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor