Lyrics:
'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
and deliver 'til they pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self, but I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by, then die when I'm fine
I'm
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
we are, we are
Too Damn Hype
One and ehm
And two ehm
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic
you live online Tron must be your god
Google must be Luke to you so YouTube's John
A crucial time with the usual crimes
They spread my message and are
was his immediate reaction,
Chorus
“So many of my men needlessly died, your hubris, your greed because you had lied.” (2x)
(Beat Change)
V11 Woman 4
think I'm pretty?" she asked
"Yes, of course, but there's something else
There's more than your looks"
"People are always accusing me
Of being pretty do
Such a pleasure to come home
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make
and five by five
They live
Six by six by six
You die
And now the hearts are beating
a rhythm that is out of time
as the beat pounds relentless
these
by Eve
Who in turn coaxed Adam to cover they know the deed
When the Gods seen this they were very displeased
With no execution committed
The first
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
are my people
You are my crew
Come with me
Pursue your dreams
I know what to do
You are my people
You are my crew
Come with me
Pursue your dreams
I know
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
I'm not a DJ's DJ
Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay)
I am your
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
kidz
Who live in a ghetto world
All we are is good kidz
That's all we've ever been
That's all we're ever really gonna be
All we are is good kidz
That's
Weapons in the hands of
Delinquents i also wrote a song
Called "Get Your Gunn"
The title is spelled with two
N's because the song was
A reaction
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Dundee shit representin' the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live
assume
When you hit your first neden
your homies was in the other room
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
KRS-One is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
repaid dawg
My shit can't be take by no fainted heart
If you're told not to do but you still got to do
Then you ran out your luck got backstabbed by your
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
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