Lyrics:
Point, flex,
point, flex,
one by one!
Point, flex,
point, flex,
one by one!
I am beautiful.
Stretch your back.
I am beautiful.
Stretch your back
Seven point three billion humans
Seven point four billion humans
The rain falls like troops
Like troops the rain falls
Open your coat in it, shiver
you can do)
(You can do anything, anything you can do)
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in
back
Gon' be way more disrespectful i'm special
Inf' beam on any skin, that's a freckle
That's true, I point this 9 at you
(achoo) , hope God bless you
Hoping my blessings don't go by
I'm thanking him that I'm still here
Cause plenty nights I wanted to die
I'm rolling up this three point five, cause plenty
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
eternity bounded by 3 lines
I feel like I'm breezy I think that I run it
I want my left wrist to be cold as a summit
Infinite point in the state of my being
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
Don't Care If Ya From The Eastcoast,
Unk West Coast, Midweast, Down South..
Now When This Beat Drop...
You Gotta Be On Point. So Bring It Back.
Bring
all about attitude
Your point of view
Just believe in yourself
And let the rhythm take you
Freestyle it and go, move back, like a freak, bring up,
what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
22 niggas, two to a car
11 flagships with the three-point star
The only other ballers are them
move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the West Coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that
I can't feel no love again
I'm leaning off the drugs again
Suicidal, I'm by myself
I still don't get no fucking help
I still don't get no fucking
my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish
I go again
Getting on the track and making all they heads spin
Swear by each hair on my chinny chin chin
I'ma blow the roof down like the Three Little
write down these old stories to find meaning in a come back
Chorus 3:
I love you
You love me
So let's just talk about things!
Shit what's the point
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
ain't no killer i ain't no killer but don't let me ketch no body nigga
I'll leave your body in the river three point shot like Reggie Miller
I carry my
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