Lyrics:
you tell em
Go ahead it's all fine
Cause we ain't get the memo
Naw we ain't get the memo
Naw we ain't get the memo
(Naw we ain't get)
Go ahead it's
king shit
Big king
Some days I'm just fighting by the day
Some pain there is just no other way
Some nights I just drink it all away
Some mornings I just
disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
through on a "flee" ting
Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes
It's me again" show
move like I just begun
I'm really in this for the love
I'm having too much fun, and I ain't done yet
When it's all set and done
Do you think you number
Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid
cuz hell is no match for the King's forces
But if you choose evil there's no end to thee torment
Don't like your life, try being reborn again John 3:4
realize it
If this as recited by Lord Brahma is practiced within oneself
Having heard these words from the great sage
The ever alert lady with a moon like
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
I cannot decide but it's something inside me gripping me tightly
Won't let go
Is it depression? Is it the Lord? Is it both? Man I'm tired of me
I
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me
I'll tell you what love is
And this is no lie
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
And love without money
Is like the shirt without the tie
the man but ion trip if they don't like, Nah
I ain't tripping on it homie tell me what could happen
A lot of people yapping is it fact or is it cap?
spot the snake
God shot the snake (uh)
I got to get what ever I can get my hands on
Fuck you niggas (what) is what I'ma stand on
It's a king thing, what
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
the
Life and poetry of an American who lived it
And lived to tell about it and
He sure is telling it's
An American dream story and you
May know some of it
Baby, I wanna tell you something
The way we feel is not a sin
Baby, I wanna tell you something
Just let the love begin
Jump on it
King of stage
smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I know they gon' feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
'Cause can't nobody tell
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