Lyrics:
was lost, but now I am free
I'm happy cuz I found a family
When I say talented, I don't mean battle kid
I mean storytellin, kinda like how ya album is
I
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
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Shit is so weird me deja de hablar si le invito a mi show
No me quites créditos de tú álbum si te lo hice yo
Vuelve y saca otro álbum cuando sepas
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
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
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
pony, homie
I don’t mean to brag, but
My dick game similar to Mexican boxers
Constant pressure to the pussy, or cross me as a goner
I’m a monster, attack
interview
I was always wondering about you
Your whole group evolving different images around me
Acting like they don't copy me when they see me
You've
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fear computer chips, I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no
slammin' albums
BDP rocks consistently
From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you mam"
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm
a nigga call me his lil mans just listen
Some niggas use to call me lil kicko
Until I told em don't apply his name to my credentials
Cause he don't kill it
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
me
And proudly rip shit out my heart write down and spit it clearly
Been out here hated from the start but now the shift is veering
Cuz albums great
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