Lyrics:
a bad mood
Fix it by eating cat food, is that rude
You the type to quack on the peen screw
Hold up, hold up
What the fuck does that even mean dude
You
that make it into my music
Without you, I couldn't move it
And of course
It's Local
I left some hoes by the coast and now they washed up
The ones who
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
a close-up of his dick
But I'm just so happy-go lucky with a watch by Casio
That's how I know your days are numbered, Jack, you're just a cameo
In
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
helped me out
With this album, Temoc, Najee
E-Money, e'ry body that gave me a feature
And everyone else, and I'd like to give a special thanks
your misleading show
'Cause when I heard water torture
I didn't think you'd mean your flow
Said you'd escape the damn grave
But winded up unconscious
shirt off
If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off
I'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge
The Claremont Lounge,
tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
I'm only skipping on these rappers
Except for some other underground rappers
I'd be dabbing up my friend Dean
I'm the one who will be winning in '23
Do you know what it takes to even pick up a pen?
To sit and record the thoughts that overflow in your head
All of your deepest and twisted, personal,
[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 what you'd call a smooth microphone controller
My lifestyle's like suave bola
Keep my hair in a cameo, gettin gas from Amoco
The only thing
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back)
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D
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