Lyrics:
from their caves
To track them's unwise
But some people try
Won't be fooled by disguise
Better cover your eyes
Take to the night en masse
Like some
school
And me I was just caught in the moment
Blinded by outer beauty
Fulfilling my inner loneliness
Chasing frivolous booty
The reality is I never met you
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
the word of the sword
And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
Just another faggot dead
hold her through the night.
She'd have you sing the chorus
Then watch the years go by
But I don't mind.
The meat talks back, divorce my head off
Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong
Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone
A new beginning to the physiological
Battery acid, splash the basket
Now she need reconstructive surgery
For all the non productive, citizens like organs
I live with a tec and Kiss the Girls
Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
Mama told me I'm too related
By niggas I'm often hated
The reefer keeps me sedated
I've waded through
Just passed too bizarre
The organ grinder quips
Locked inside a barricade
How could you get in?
The admiral checks his thieves
To see what they'd
flesh
And the bone that holds you together
Crippled by the knife
Bloody rotted body
Deep inside, burning pain and hate
Beaten to death,
genitourinary loakage
Reproductive organs butchered and raw
The risk for gratification is your epitaph
Ignorance is bliss and eventually death
You never gave
the interval
City liquified to dust particles silver
You're non-coexistent with more
Gallons of rear end flesh
Organs won't survive unless your
Heart is a prism
of spread
With lilies and orchids
A mortician playing your song upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket
In with a sledgehammer
At this point now the anger
Is
ultra called Biz Markie
Makin music orderly is my specialty
When I go {*BOOM*} ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite
a talent, so let me flaunt the gift
Chorus
[KRS-One]
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
And listen for a while
The lyrics made them smile
They said that it was fine
Although it's not the style
I said it wasn't me
Once upon a time
I
to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick niggas be lickin
They stay on magazine printing equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric
I think I caught the holy spirit
I put my soul in lyrics
Closed casket and we know who did it
E-S-C-O, I'm in
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,
blood these lyrics came.
Your words can eat right through me, dead could here my shame.
The tears we've cried, this love has died.
Youre by yourself with
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