Lyrics:
riding the fence
Why can't I commence
The next part of the story
I don't know the answer
Do you know yours? Of course I know you're
Listening with a heart
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
Relax
on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
Relax
plenty money ego, ouu
You're on your own
You're on your own
If you're not making money
You're on your own
You're on your own, eh eh
You're on your own, Omo
And you have your own physical problem
Frankly, you're a mess
Frankly, you're a mess
And you're oppressed in every possible way
Including your ancestry
all on my own
Like who's here when I need a shoulder to lean on?
I hope you're here when I need them demons to be gone
And it's not fair that I had
you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu (you're all)
Loving your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got
you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu (you're all)
Loving your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got
get kicked out of school
You’re considered a threat to some other older dudes
And You finna learn what the f*ck Cinel is
16 you learn all of your haters
boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz (you're all)
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. With hugs and kisses (I need)
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
on"
It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone
One day you're here, baby (yeah)
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone)
on"
It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone
One day you're here, baby (yeah)
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone)
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
Guess I'm just another heart that you can go and call your own
You're a heart collector, you're a heart collector, you're a heart
I don't want it
You're
a fighting chance
Are you over it?
Bored to death?
Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand, raise your hands
If you're sick of it
If you're sick, if
gonna think that you're tarnished
Judge either side of the river and you'll be
Drowning under the drawbridge
In your own garbage
Blah blah blah blah
Go
the gun smoke" livin in the fast lane
Flippin like you're insane
You won't stop until your blood
Runs down the street drain
I got an idea, give me a minute
show your love
(Lie together, cry together)
(I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie
(you're dead to me)
How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)
Takes all (you're dead to me)
(You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
You know what zone
a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it
I'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker
I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over King, you're too
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