Lyrics:
Gotta reject the charter start a new chapter
TJ with the pen, don't judge a book by its cover
Hit the 3 point shot for the win at Saratoga
We
your mama
Tell her you got a disorder
Chronic prima donna you got
From neurological trauma
Fear –"when you run to it it runs away"
Robin Sharma
Run it
Robin Hood in whips we used to ram when we bow
I Got the mandem on the strip they were the back to our bones
On my corner stoned I built my corner stone
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit
we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it
Here's a generic love song
dough, never snitch hood nigga principles and
byebye live by and die by nigga
even when im finger fuckin hoes finga on tha trigger
diamonds in ma crucifix
I hit Jason
Red lightning, I'm Wally West
Red Robin, call me Tim Drake
Roy Harper with a red arrow
Super speedy when I shoot straight
Heroin in
mobbing.
The bat is out and so is all the vultures and they still Robin.
I’m the dresser when you hit ya toe.
Got ya feet throbbing.
Perpendicular
You
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
can
Get richer off our priors (Richard Prior)
So if we let one of the Nuts, fire, hit you
Hell, it'll lead to the big devil ball
Peace treaty? They say
Damn
We ma-we made it
We finished the fucking album
Umm
Yeah I just wanna throw this on here
So let's have some fun
Some weird ass shit in here
Let's
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
at your throat like a cough
Ever since live your truth came out, I keep dropping hit after hit man I been popping off
I had a lot on my mental and too much
I just ignore you
'Cause this not a love song (Woah)
This is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live
Gotta keep an extra chick here
'cause my chick queer in the rear
If I see robin nigga stare
He gon' hear the heat
Chk like his teeth when it split
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
frostin
Success ain't nothin without someone to share it with
Except a girl with a Robin Givens starter kit
She did it hit it and quit it and now she's
gon' hit you while ya foot up (boom)
Bars for the high
Getting charged for your lives
Quit massaging the ride, that go from my side
Cause nowadays niggas
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
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