Lyrics:
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
world
It's too bad we can't live off hindsight
Cause I would be the smartest nigga living
It's amazing when that moment hits and you can feel your
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
pussy's, they ain't ever up it
Got my nigga by my side, he my Robin and we jumping
Any nigga try to run up promise they gone get to dropping
Ayo Iqnn, when
Tell me go and break a leg
Oh no
Now I'm hobblin
Steady droppin these bombs man
And I'm just lookin like a
Goblin
Batman
Bitch I'm Robin
Imma hit you
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
the mountain, broke a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
Now they call me Rage 'cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
the purple
No bumming no hits off of brahman I call that shit robbin
He leave you red like a robin
Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest
On his
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