Lyrics:
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
a reference track, than you do your album
If you're looking for a new artist, you just found him
Like Stark, my problem started at my heart
In my core
Sounding
to your album anymore
You took the only thing I asked for, now I'm gone
I honestly don't want it anymore if this what I have to do
I ain't no forcing man,
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
a million rappers
Why I'm the only fourth one?
Who gives a fuck, about yo problems
I can't care less!
Keep your cars, and ****
'Cause mumble rap should be
'head and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your children's what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy famous
I
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
Philadelphia history
We gon' warm y'all up with the prequel
Let's get it
Yo it's your man Cosmic Philly skills Kev
Philly's 1 DJ you know the fucking handle
You
an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
cold my hard to swallow
Couple brothers passed
That's the reason why I wallow
Feelin' like I'm willow
Really words should help me follow
The bigger me,
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
Bugging? Mad? Why? 'cause your n**** still bugging me
Must be the thug in me
The two degrees
That he like
Seven years later and you still not his wife
How
blinded by you and i couldn't see the truth
You manipulated seamlessly
Your smile really seemed harmlessly wicked
I tell all my friends that i'm over you
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