Lyrics:
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends
Samson
See say, oboy no be by lock (luck)
Peter Ternenge
You hear, "ehn, no be by rock (ruck)"
So if there's a broken piece of you
And you're feeling
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
a cowboy in a rock and roll band
Up and down that old Red River that runs through the promised land
If you sing for the fame's gonna drive you insane
Swing
the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock
like I did in High school to the hymen
But now in terms of rhyming stop whining
All work and no play no wonder I am shining
Was at rock bottom while you
that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine
Heaven rock with me, holler up to Pop, don’t stop with me
Hit the block, sure shot,
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me?
Red and white diamonds like I'm with
the hardest broom
Slide down the slide like a flume
Soon I will have to sign off
Please don't throw rocks in Morrison
Otherwise you could damage windows
Hit red
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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