Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
as butterfly's landed on the tips of our noses
we held hands, her beauty was overwhelming I couldn't stand to stare
so I close my elids to rest of it
still she was
y'all to stand up
All I want to hear from any of y'all is Black Lives Matter
Look
They Got me knee deep in the second verse pleading please see our
different Faiths
Reassess the situation
All Creation hesitates
When I speak, All Seven Great
Spirits leave from Heaven's Gates
Just to make sure they can hear
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
the Death by crt School Revolution
It helps to save the planet, furthers human evolution
Line up, stand up, bow to your Gods
Every body SCREcM! I wanna hear
Yo! What we telling them
This nigga crazy
Brrr
Yah
Yah
Yah
Yah
I just need 20 seconds to fuckup the beat and fuck up the instrumental
To scatter
now? Is this a blessing from above I guess were gonna find out now
Talk to me baby, just hear me baby
Yo just give me like a second, I would take a maybe
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
sound?
I can't make it out, the volume, so quiet yet so loud
Astounded, I stand in awe
Confounded by what I heard, contradicting what I saw
I observe no
clap
Let me hear you clap
Pleasure's about to be your destination
We bout to blast off, 30 seconds to count
And I suggest you hold on, dig your nails in
tragedy, no gravity
Could vanquish our depravity
All the women are dressin' in scarlet
All the men are searchin' for a starlet
Seven rooms, bass just booms
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
ask why, a just de lifestyle we lead
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want
You should a know by de style weh you hear a chant
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we
uh
Shared clothes with my bro around the time hoes started back wearing chokers
Seven oh fo stand up, stand up
Niggas fly I mean try and ride (Let me
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
without you very well
I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
But I'v
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
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