Lyrics:
speaking much
Only in my raps, whenever I bring them up
Slinging 'em, from all directions
No one slick enough, no way
Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge
Five
moment the storm grows darker
Clutched to our chests, all that we cherish
Whipped about by a whirlwind
Certain that we will perish
Like a little child, I
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
or stifle it or censor
It in the name of marketing
I first saw censorship as
A child in Mogadishu
Walking into my home's courtyard one
Day and hearing
hands
Plan mid naughties I got to make
An album be the boss
But I got tied down to a job so my dream lost damn
Hey mr bus driver please take me home
But I
I was woken up by voices causing fear and pain
So eager to fix something that was not up to me
Been trying to see the love they told about
There's
every album a museum
When I bring my people freedom, they gon' smile like Mona Lisa
I'm married to the game, throwing the rice like Condoleezza
We
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
Walk alone
In eternal hell
Through the dancing lights
And through my dizzy spells
Walking home
By the wishing well
Wish to lose my sight
Pray to go
directions
He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks
And he said, "Hey Goat!
Would you like to live with me?
I've got a house with
the path home
Salt and light and ideals upon the loft
Luminous treasures rests upon clouds
And light pours over and folds in every direction
I see the dark
existence
I know why I do this
Congruence
And I don't need no directions, no one even knows where to go
So I just put one foot forward, guided by the words
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
asked someone directions
Could not procure a vindication to sit back and stick around
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
I can take ya down some
Old back roads
Get lost, have to find
Our way back home
Roll a spliff, get lit
In different area codes
We roll
On any old
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