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Mallory Black-man
(Where's all the world's sanity at?)
Man, I used to be the kid that no on cared about
That's why you have to keep screaming till they
the kidz like me
Don't don't don't get mad cause the kidz like me (x4)

(verse 1)

Everybody know I got the kidz yellling dont- get- mad cause the kids
uh

Kidz Bop Kids, show time (show time) show time (show time)
Guess who's back again?
Oh they don't know? (go on tell 'em)
Oh they don't know?
Come on

Kidz bop kids (yeah)

I wanna rock with somebody (whoa, yeah)
I wanna just dance with somebody (dance, dance, dance, dance)
I wanna
Lose control of body and soul
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow
Don't get ahead, just jump into it
Y'all hear about it, the Kidz'll do it
like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government ain't got me
Yet so
Saw em drop it like it 
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government
of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd
kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last

I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders
You feel this in yo` streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it
why! Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit
Call up yo` clicks
the ha-ha-lew-lew?
I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
To beep-beep, the Haitian kid
buckle kids used to jock
Public Enemy came out, I had the clock
My favorite jam was by Big Daddy ain't no half steppa
My mic sounds nice check 1-2 by
y'know?
Teach 'em a little somethin'

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin them
We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live
Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit
Our brothas killing brothas
Because it only
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya

It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my
why'all, it's Nasty the villain
I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
Shit,
you can't stand me
Is it because I'm the main Jackson
and y'all just Titos and Randys? (Yes, it is!)
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect
in it like a champ
You want to feel the bass pump up the amp
Brothers bop their heads to the funk y'all
So many non-believers said I would fall
But now
yell out, yell out
You know the name do, I gotta spell out or tell 'bout?

J A why and Ye' so shy
Now he won't even step to his idol to say hi
Standin'
a minute to breathe
And put the mic in check
I got some love for real
But ain't no disrespect
But on the cool, I be flippin
Followed by some gangsta ass
every morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
Is it because I'm the main Jackson?
And y'all just Titos and Randys? Yes it is
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

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