Lyrics:
{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,
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
and ivory
Live like a show on ABC
I got a million I did it myself
I got a million I did it myself
I got a million I did it myself
I got a million I did it
TV, fuck ABC gon' show you what the K like
Fuck takin' shots on social sites, my niggas tryna take lives
They on go, I tell 'em score and that's some
Huh? Detroit raised me
Detroit, let me walk you through my city
Huh?
I used to live in Section
8 housing with my pops
My hood was the gun range
I'm
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Damn I got platinum on both of
My wrists and my pinky
And my album went platinum too
Man you know I'm a stunt'
All these other rappers, look
(New
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
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
The sound of that Christmas Eve
Will live on and on
We sang all the old carols,
The hymns she loved to hear
And she played them over, one by one,
From memory,
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
to recognize the shades
Even if you hate me, you would trade
You would live this life too 'cause I got it made
I like my bed made, soon enough, I'll have
From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
home and start flowing
Never in debt never owing
Drop a new album and blowing
Past by the place when we fought for the first time
Past by the place when
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
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
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
Live party people but the rest did not survive
(Why?) They had a cardiac arrest
Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and
Making people
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