Lyrics:
again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
'cause I don't battle
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
suicide, self-murder
Let us get back to what we call hip-hop
And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
So, you're a philosopher?
Yes, I think very deeply
In
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
Don't let them call you a racist
If you got your black fist up in the air making a statement, to the point you're seen as dangerous
Beyoncé had
you're mine.
Keep on dreamin' with me.
Your hair is so soft and your eyes are so brown.
Your body's warm here next to me.
You be my woman and I'll be
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
Not many but I have plenty
Scott
soul to my head
So wipe them tears from your face with them pretty brown eyes
Your son's is strong, your husband in the sky
When you look at me, you see
it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
Hall
Phillip White, Walter Scott, please stop
Why the police keep busting shots?
Using their force to kill
You got a badge, please kneel
Show respect
in love but I'm not now, I'm not now
Yeah, Ciroc Scott, AKA Scott Brown It's Scott Brown
You comin for me let's see what you got now
Let's see what you
you wet like some April showers
May I pollinate your flower
In the stuffing baking for hours
Jill Scott the fire to her boiler
Like Drake I'm her
me
You can hide all your feelings until he passes by
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes
Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me
take it day by day, yeah
Brown skin, Brown eyes
Yes, I'm beautiful
I believe in love, it makes life meaningful
If I ever fall in love I'd be a fool for
crapping in your pants a poopy brown sort of mess
Get burnt like umber found floating under
The boardwalk with the lumber Mark Dago, Roo, and Gunnar
It's
when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes
Your pretty brown eyes (pretty brown eyes) keep telling me lies (telling me lies)
But they can't hide
let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin' like Nino Brown
Puttin' brothers in fear lettin' ya know that Big Boy
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