Lyrics:
some flicks
I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a...huh
I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line
'Cause by the time I reach
in my bank account
Adding up bills and I don't know how
Pray to the lord with my knees to the ground
Destroy your soul
Ignore the decree and don't
spirit up
We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain
Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game
I heard your album, all yo shit sound
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
I'm very proud of
Impressive estimation when you add up all the albums
Looking back this is not what I had in mind
Found myself losing track of my
Was mainly set by myself
Yet I can’t live up to these expectations
It’s brining my down in a winding spiral
I’m so scared of myself
Sleep with
sick of fake friends talkin all dat shit
I've bossed up nigga and da ignorance is bliss
I'm too old for some beef let fade away like mist
I used to get
more silence from me
You ain't a free man if you live by decree
Everything done for the sake of collective
Is always at expense of individuality
Round
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
identities, letting misperceptions hang because nothing's really true.
With this imagined collective called the Microphones I wrote about climbing up and dying
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
ups and downs
A constant rollercoaster
Feet on the ground, soul to the stars
A friend of yours is always a friend of ours
Awaken my sinners, let's huff
be out flexin
Ain't no testing when I go and enter your soul
Calm collective I be pulling up
In a nine eleven
Always moving fast like a mill a second
Collective Vision different eyes bent
Victim mindset fits like a glove on my hand
Sippin elixirs imprisoned fearing God no man
Difference is the source
like I'm shooting from the clouds
There's plenty time for peace when you resting in the ground
Greatness vibrating around me, surround sound
The hounds
the cut like I'm sully
Went up the creek with a paddle
Getting a few from the album
Turning the game in to putty
Pop out dummy
We the realest y'all roaches
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo
We like causing chaos like the city
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
you in the ground I’m showing no weaknesses leaving no witnesses without any mistakes serving up heartbreaks like hotcakes feeling like I won
to the ground
Inside the page lies the power
We've turned it all around, celebration
Words have control
To take away your heart and then your soul
You'll
ground no matter what
So they took you down
Expose too much and then you're fucked
The cover-up makes sure you're what
The public needs to believe
So their
working on a building
Not made by man
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
Happy
Happy
Take it by force and say
Enough is enough
Take it by
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