Lyrics:
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like (whoa)
Maybe it's the vinta' deuces
somehow you've made real
Have you heard of the
Legend of the Lost and Found?
It tells of a world turnin' upside down
When all the kings have become
Oh I'm going with Darlene in a tragical part of the night,
But I wish she would bring me a place of morning spectacular life,
Make it last just
for you
Say it for yourself
What if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?
Whoa
Whoa
No kings
Gonna keep you satisfied
You've become an addiction somehow I can't resist
Let me make a prediction
Now I know what I've missed
In my heart
'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood
Girl, you've been so good to me
Stayin' by my side through the bad times
All my dreams never came true somehow
But things are gonna be different
from me, and now you see
I am all you need, to be free
This is the time, to get a grip on life
We're gonna try, we'll make it work somehow
Just let it
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two"
Well, this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat
bomerrangs curving back into themselves kicked and carved by the face-straining smiles that saved my life.
that was not enough.
somehow i can not believe
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
Today was gonna be the day they were
Gonna give it back to you
But by now you shoulda somehow
Realize what you gotta do
And I don't believe that
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
sliding back
With all this time that I’ve got I should’ve figured it out
By now somehow
Got some money in my pocket but an emptiness in my heart
Let me be
[Melle Mel]
Melle Mel with the clientele
I'm gonna rock your chime and ring your bell
See I'm so bad and I'm so light
A lot of rhyme on a dime to make
Okay, okay, I done heard it a thousand times
On god, I know she love me shorty
I can tell by the way she cries
Bad luck cause her heart's been broken
morning every night
One to 1000 pictures won’t make it quicker
Doctor telling mommy there a another Procedure
My baby was not having it she is a keeper
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because
Music
Was because I drove'er
through all the static
Not stick but automatic
That's the way it is
He gotta get his
Talin' MLK
Gonna find a way
Make
cold the shoulder gets
Cause we're over it, over it
So we're takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get
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