Lyrics:
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back
And if it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny
But to me it's kinda
ass rappers should
Get smacked for your flow
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still
a fulfilled life
We said
We said
We said
We said
But who knew
Who knew
Who knew
Who knew
By the time I left her place, yeah
It was real loves due
Didn't see
'cause them niggas on the
East is the enemy it's real
Ayo God, the heads is trippin'
Out in New York, b
(Oh fuck that b) fuck that yo!
(Fuck that) money
should respect it, select it
I'm never ever wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New
hips
Rythm from our chest
We can beat this beast
Music in our blood like a disease
The ghoul narrows in
Threatened by our pulse
Hips circle in real
love
Real love
We fall into each other's arms
Awakened by a soft alarm
With the light of a new day
We're just two lovers having fun
Hiding from
We keep it hoppin' like the cars with the shocks
We spittin' heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin' the spot
Numbin' your knot with
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
the pick of the litter
Shit I deliver bars like state prison
Straight rhythm who next to play victim
Real ones in the building
Fake ones in the cut
Gotta
name, amen)
Alright now, remember this day
The start of a new life, your real life
Who's kicking it
Killing it
Ripping it
Chill with it
Real with it
I'm real witty
It's ill spitting
Not Ill Will
Or Mike Will
But Mike will make it
Aw
At night when ever
I light a fire
It just shines bright
They like my rythm type
Despite some ups and downs
Be right come along
Sit tight remember
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
To finally find herself in a place so warm and real
She wears a Red Sox cap
To hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England
Is different now
a summer home but cheap river land could not be found
Then in the middle of his gloom his boss walked in the room and said I've got some real good news for
Real bad bitch don’t talk to much
Two tone diamonds watch them bust
You come to close you might get cut
Ruler clips this shit uncut we
Light him up
inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody let's show improve
Don't let
the rhythm and i get the blues
They wanna see me pop up on the news
I know they gon pick i know they gon choose
I know they gon choose
I got the Rhythm
But its not everyday that I get up so great
It's not everyday that I can get up right
I got night by my side but sometimes darkness tries
To overcloud
Dust your feet off for u jump up in whip
Blame my ego got me feeling like the shit
Like the Beatles this gone be another hit
Making moves and now you
my guitar
Well I know you're real busy judgin' all them souls
But I got just one request so can't you throw me a bone
I know it's ash to ash and dust
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