Lyrics:
colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust
cool stoner
I bet he's not a loner, be my friend if I was younger
Yo, Scott, hey, real stoner talk
Are you scared of getting caught
By our sister
doors will slam in your face
You been in the school so long, you'll take the janitors place
Money grip, and you talking about my hair, look at your dumb
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name
have to expect that you as my kin will hold me to account
If I can't be normal and happy
When I'm alive
When I'm alive
When the only person who you
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
best tacos
On the corner" place
This a "they will hold you
Down if you respect" place
So don't get comfortable, 'cause really
This ain't my place
Been
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
and queens of the greatest dynasty
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus: x2]
Who are my people? Dr.
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
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
afternoon the last of the people left my house
'Cause they never stop chatting 'til all the rackets gone
I really feel like things clicked into place
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
Oh Jerusalem yeah, oh Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem...
Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
as for those who disbelieve from the various groups, the fire will be their promised meeting place
Do not harbour any doubt, surely they will enter hell
horrible diction
And terrible diction
Will rot in the garbage
I can smell it right now
When this shows eviction
Takes place shortly after
My alternate skill
will all be explained
Like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda
Rational when I be asking you
"who is more dramatical?"
This one
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
Crowism jewish and Spanish people
Will by default face these
Consequences too when
The Fourth Reich takes off, Wops
And Spics will face
Segregation for
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
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