Lyrics:
tripping, I stand tall it's by design
Opportunity to learn I'm not in my prime
Sacrificing my time
When I'm writing these lines
How I get it is calculated
I'm
just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk
I'm Big Doogie (Doogie), rock big Louis (Louis)
You love the Hot Boys? I'll let you meet my brother Tunechi (shorty)
I'm a real nigga (yeah), love
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
I feel the brokenhearted
I see a light that's burning out
I fear hitting rock bottom
I'd love to mentally shut down
Wish I could ignore these
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Trying to play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelps speedo
We no play follow fashion,
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
said, What you want to do
Would you like to be with me?
'Cause I'll meet you back stage, baby
Love is feelin' fancy and free.
We'll rock the night
Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
soon as she think the cock Asian (caucasian)
I turn that white girl to a crack rock
Make her feind for it
Billie Jean for it
Michael Jackson, Janet
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
when you learn to love pain
That murder hit different when you heard that it was NIPSEY!
Use to to take my work and my burner on the jitney
Use to take
[Too Short]
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the history channel)
These are the tales (learn a lesson
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the History Channel)
These are the tales
(Learn a lesson biatch)
These are
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
in jail for doing nothing
King of the Jews getting clapped
Like my dad Pac
Crucified and abused in the back lot
Accused of possession of crack rock
Your show ain't nothin' but
Good karaoke chump yeah man
But if you wanna learn how to
Do that you should come
Check me out you know, The Rock
dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em
on the block
And Latinos always waiting for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it
Smack the snot out em
Stoned in the stu, Im tryna drop A rock album
But I can't rush no anthem act Bad on the beat and throw a Tantrum
Going up I was born
and we pick 'em apart
I give 'em my time so I give 'em my heart
If the city love me, then I'm really a star (what?)
New York City, please go easy
of your angst
This ain't a prank
Learn your lesson
Or have a fucken wank
I'm like Thomas the Tank
These kids love me
Adults blush at me
I've got this
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
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