Lyrics:
[KRS One]
YES! Chillin in the place right now
Harmony and Heather be Ms. Melodie
DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker
And of course we are gettin
Yeah, you know who it is, uh
I go by
The unshakeable, zdot
If we wanna go, then we roll
Life been spinning outta control
But they don't know me,
like my homie, Peterson parker
If you ride with me, I will ride with you
If you slide for me, I will slide for you
Bitch I'mma crip, My name is Trip
I
rhyme
I go platinum, for the very first time I wrote my rhyme
With the Parker, not Paisley
And if Prince is on my tip it don't phase me
I'm from the old
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
Spitting like I got the superpowers
Rapping for ten thousand fucking hours
She got my back like she Eddie Bauer
Parka Ms. Parker I got the power
Living life
think I owe 'em this
Go out with a bang after a life of dis-ownership
I take a drink and think
About my problems
I've only got one way that I want
(Parker Parker Parker)
(Damn Nick and Sam with the Pretty Boy Jams)
Yo Sam you got them Beers
Yea Nick I got you
Shut up you idiots - do you have
16 I was being a bitch
17 I got famous
And by 18 I was dead
High up the first year
Then next year the fallout
Then X died, my world crashed
Life gave
flash
Nevada we're live on the air
A spree, a spree,
An incredible crime spree
By a couple in a pink corvair
Parker evans and his bride
With elvis
Mr. Dreamer / you're the man / God had your fu-ture right in His Hand /
You were cho-sen / You were sent / Your di-rec-tive was marked by
me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after
the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
your life
That's weird
You get to have your life because the standard of evidence in a criminal case
Is different from the one with the civil case,
and played a tune like
I don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind or the rain
but death fucks with your soul like ether
you come to take my life
the seconds turned into our life, today
And every other minute when I crossed the thought to stay
I know I made agreements so I have to go and play,
But Im
Didn’t go school, but I’m still smarter
Shoot on the web like Peter Parker
Never like me, bit more like Karius
Kicked out the league you were
Double X L track
Talk back get a Double X L slap
Am who I am, be who I be
Go where I go, see what I see
Funky as hell with the Double X L rhythm
They don't
know wassup with me
10 steps ahead so you can't 1 up me
I buy a lot of crosses but, please don't test your luck tryna cross on me
Snaking me out like
when we in the bed
Yoga, fit pilate body, shawty, yeah
I can spot your curves with no infrared
Level to me, baby, open my third eye
That's my baby,
trippin'
Tell me what you 'bout to do
She told me she about to go home,
But first she gotta stop by the store
She needed double A's for a new device,
thousands by the day while you sittin' down, getting high
I'll cut you off again, no apologize, straight goodbye
And I'll look your best friend in the face
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