Lyrics:
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
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
album
You want some truths for yo soul then i'll switch my style up
Attach the facts to what hap pen and rip the files up
We ain't never bitch
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
place to grow up"
King Tut: gold mane
Lion spitting propane
"Not a single record sold,
Album still went gold mayne"
King Tut: you silly slut
bitches
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
be rich cuz all the love and morals that ya implemented
I remember when we used to run up to that Fairplay
Praying that we had enough to cover all
run up and they all 'gon get stomped out
Watch out
We flashing lights like the cops out
We put in OT and watch others clock out
Holy spirit fall and air
the album and visuals
Keeping it biblical
I don't want rules but I'm following principals
I was so down, but I'm up in my pinnacle
Ain't not a sin that I do's
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
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?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
Heal my spirit, break my mold
(It's calling me)
Kill my demons, claim my soul
(It's calling me)
Yeah, I
Came in the game and I'm fucking it up
I'm like
money, this shit be a crime
Oh, they gon' be on my dick when Lil CJ get signed
I speak that loyalty shit, I'ma die by mine
Walk up feelin' like
I got 2 bad bitches im my mufuckin whip
I just pulled up wit ya hoe on my dick
Said she know i
I got dough like a pimp
Ro- roll by stray shots
and the spirit come up
cllot competition in the body of Christ
Where's the respect in a church that back bites
Stop taking God for granted
Just give him your all
join illuminate can’t take my spirit
Hold up wait a minute let me talk my shit
I’m sick with the flow yea I had the flue with it
Ahead by a mile yea
talkin' yola, made a brick do yoga
I know 'bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma
A pale heart, I'm Dale Earnhardt with a smoking motor
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
head spin (Wooo)
Drugs they hypnotize (Hypnotize)
And play a part in your sin (Sin)
Mixed up spirits (Spirits)
In blue top seagrams gin (Gin)
You
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
.jpg/220px-Free_Spirits_(album).jpg "Free Spirits")
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