Lyrics:
to say discretion is the better part of valor
He would have liked to have considered himself a valorous person
But he was never quite clear as to what his
disgusting, I know
Daily News, Newsday, Huffington Post
When the bulldog bark, pa, everybody cower
Discretion is the better part of valor
Drunk from
with you would surely kill my baby
Discretion they say, is the better part of valor
But everytime I'm with you girl, it makes me wanna holler
If we
of guy that seems to normally play the fool
And looking in your eyes it's seems to be a part two
But what I see in you is something different
Something
Please take a seat until your name is mentioned
I'm here for the fun I ain't here for discretion
They give me discredit
It came out the mouth of these
moving slow
Can you keep discretion
Which way am I going
I got no direction
Help me fore I fall
Can you catch my blessing
Fore my heart gives out
Need
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his
bitches)
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches)
Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson
the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam,
need to take this out on someone.
If this is just a part I portray,
I don't know how it got this way
King Anubis (The Vessel):
Nigga, this is King Anubis and I am your spirit guide
You can paint me as evil as you think you know me but can't deny I'm
Excuse past discretions, micro aggressions
Careful how I talk to you, I know that words are weapons
Never my intention to hurt you or disrespect you
discretion advised
These explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I
tending
Now its hut one two to my attention
And I play my part show good discretion
In her wet deep know thats excursion
She come back happy as can be
it"
Learn ya lesson
Don't take one for granted, whose confirmed profession is words as weapons
Observe discretion and freshman escape with they life
Use
the better part of valor
Best to keep it on the QT
All those loose lips could sink your ship
The truth won't always set you free
No one could see us
We were
It doesn't seem to care which road you hurl
Yourself down, that's fine by me
Long as I'm left as I let others be
A part of humanity
A better part
of debris but even an eager beaver could see
Sometimes slow is better and not knowing what come next
Can be the sweetest pleasure and seeing yourself grow
and I'm blazing it
I just bagged me a Jamaican b****
Pull on her hair while she taking d***
Love spending cash better time making it
She say the weed
notice and a trail set on fire is my option, uh
Bitch I'm fucking back, so you better run
I'm a rolling stone, a single father's only son
I got it in my
The beat is the canvas
The bars are the brush
Perfected though practice
Each line is a rush
If words are weapons, step with discretion every session
Pause and hit record
[Aesop Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking
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