Lyrics:
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
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
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
I grab the beer, but not in
a record, I reckon
That you can wreck it
Think it's time that you be taking your throne, yeah
I've been waiting patiently
But no more letting these bitches
Money only make you more than what you already was
I been on my last dollar more than just once
And every single time you could bet I gave it up
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
And if you come for the bling, you could get clapped in the back
And if you ask how I sing, it's Sinatra in fact
they always do
(it was a timex too).
Ahoo ahoo...
And a shame on you, yeah
No more money boy, I-I-I-I shoulda knew
Nennen hennin henninah...
Won't
man?
The stories people tell of you take even
More bigger stretches than your waistband
Bruce Banner, there's no truce happening
When I go rap
I go ham
be the best grime artist
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
some love
No rose by the be blinded by the
I kill it with my thugs
Winning all bitch so lame
Spending money like I'm crazy more money
More money
got patience and
More than a lot
And if you keep testing it
I won't keep scoring as high
Try me
My best advice is to relax
No alternate facts
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can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
things at once(At once)
Every album release is a problem, make me headache(Headache)
I want you do, bro(Bro)
I hope you pay more attention to me
I'm
Thirty with the dick
Seen you in a minute, nigga, put you in cement
Anybody get a nigga, anybody get
Shouts to the Chi', nigga poppin' this shit
Got
up like Vegas
You niggas did it for some
Bitches did it for a purpose
When I'm 'round, your nigga nervous
It's a grand and a bat Ben Frank I'ma hunna
You shook at me ya scared like a woman shivering nervously
Unprepared quivering pervertadly like a nun scared gettin fucked by a Satanic priest in
wonderland, you can call me Alice
I do what all of y'all do and tend to do much more
After this album you can put me on the Rushmore
Ain't telling you to shut
I’m the type to scuff your Vans
Trash bag rappers bring laughter and make me smile
You got an album out, nobody knew about?
That’s wild
Not Cypress
Ellen: How do you think
Marriage has changed you, if it has?
Kanye: I've definitely learned
How to compromise
More which is something you have
now
Enemies now can’t get my energy now
They killing my style
I want them walks to the bank
I wanna play with them Franks
I wanna dance when I can’t
I
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
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