Lyrics:
put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his
contemplate outer space till I can play a show on Neptune
G is a Jesus gone genius, if you sneeze I don't bless you
Ain't easy to appease my piece of mind, I'm
shocked when we drop
Ry here, Tone here, Eugene got the beat lock
Fire up the flame, we gon' hit em' with the heat rock
Big clouds, large flames, Eugene
Family matters, It's in the last name
Saturday mornings feel like a half day
Time flies by until you've had enough
Summer grilling and juice inside
(Yeah we on, yeah we on)
Tryna make the whole thing rock and it ain't gone stop
Tellin everybody, we ain't goin home
(Cause we on, yeah we on)
(Yeah we
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they
the sound of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified]
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards
of course you set me free
Jesus is My Rock, Now I believe
I just flipped a switch
Well Man, it wasn't me that did
Christ Called me by my name as it is
Just
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month
And it's like Kdot, good kid, track 4
We gon' move everyday through the back
died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips
And serve rocks daily
I started scammin’, had my
Bitches doin' drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Nobody does it like Jesus Christ
Nobody does it like Jesus Christ
Check the medley. Life without Christ is deadly I rock steadily
Eatin' up emcees
Who needs Jesus, who needs Buddha?
We got sex and we got drugs
Yeah, we got it all
That trust fund kid with Lennon glasses thinks that he's
a practical action is rational
Adam is actually acting as radical
Geez, his thesis seems to be capital
Dream big, Jesus in every syllable
If I rap about Jesus
accept the loss or a donut
I was born so I can rock and rolla
I come by way by California
So I lived a life without God
I can't count the shit that I've
Yea
Oh yea (Dreamteam) yea yea, uh
See I had a dream, I kept it going like I'm M.L.King (Oooh)
Oh yea, okay
I dribble that rock with the dreamteam
of thyne heart Father God
By unction of the Holy Ghost
In Jesus name
Ya ya ya
They told me that I was going to get everything I'm putting out
That's why I
i don't care this year
A lot of albums is whack this year
"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!
Thanks for the invite
It's just about to get hype
That
(Goodnight Darkboy )
We ain't dead had to live in the box
One day had her heart on lock
You can kick rocks
Good kid yea he follows the law
Messages
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
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