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Mortal Thought

KRS-One

Return of the Boom Bap

1993

fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford, so I
pick up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where MC's get fried in it
You got

the problem
I told 'em I did everything for the village, I'm coming to
Kill it, too hot in the skillet, the pot, or the
Pan when I'm back in the city, I'll deal

the truth will kill everyone
Their trust is gone, their love is faded
I'm getting older and I'm gonna get violent
(Switch on the light and let the blinds

by

Them shells will be hittin'
Tryna be fly
You lay here with pigeons
Had to make a point

And I ain't even pivot
Coolin wit ya skillet
But they want

Nah, no funny shit, I fuck with this
Aight, aight
Aight, let's get it
This is my delivery, here's one in the mail
I'll never steer ‘em wrong, so just

towards you my nigga
Look I promise you'll get it
I got one 10 like 11
Been knowing her since like 7
She took my breath away, she lookin like she fell outta

flat in coffin
This bitch she gothic
My flow atomic
My girl exotic
Flow supersonic
I get it popping
Like dam I be sicko
Headshot get popped like a pimple

Backwood burn bout 45 minutes
Ima get high just mind my business 
Tryna see the bank account hit nine digits 
Then ima celebrate til I pass my limit 
Know

in the margin
Don't you get me started oh my god I am started
B**** you know me and I'm thinking so flawless
Not saying I'm god but I know I am

spirit
My only goal in this shit, to get filmed by Cole Bennett
Remember times when I ain't have shit
Yeah, no shit in my crib, now I live lavish
Now these

the vigilance
Skillet shit surface of cowards I
Get too grilling shit
I'm menacing O dog Kane
Mixed with some Benjamin
To old for my years 3 wiser to my peers
So

Hot like skillet
Y’all niggas midgets
I gotta deliver
Connected like fences
Nah, I ain’t no chemist
But my bitches be mixing 
And I wanna go get it

get hot like a skillet
You can't throw me off man I stay on my pivot
I'm four pockets full I get paid by the minute
Don't let me get started you know

'll serve you like the skillet warm
It burns you, right? And sticks your skull
To the bottom of the metal & I gotta get it severed
If I pop a little better,

hopeless I say ' only when romantic ' 
I got lotta things to say to you now that I'm older 
Things I wanna know yeah, but you don't gotta answer 
Drive-by

tryna get me a loaf
I ain't worried bout ' nobody, keep drac )' in my  coat

I ain't no P, but I'm stiff onna  hoe
And I smoke By tha P , this shit came

I'm glad my people was wit it
Staying strong and positioned, I'm never moving my pivot
Frying bars with no skillet, I could of done it with snippets
I

'm living in, That shit basic
Eyes on the prize you need Lasix 
Trying to be patient while trying to get the M 
You not money so I don't know why you expect

next thing I know it
I'm trapping with the pistola myself 
Blaming my older brother missing time with my father 
cnd I am an older brother myself
I need

And it only gets heavier as I'm older

So as I sit back and ponder my life
I wonder if I'll ever think that what I'm doing is right
So I'm pedaling my bike

As I get older
I can look back at how far I've come
The Boy In Black is done
My friends that I hold close
Amaze me as I know
That they will go so far

the skillet
Baby love it when I'm filthy
I still feel like I'm that nigga
Few touches on leave you dripping
Few licks in got you tipsy
Time go by Know you miss

One two one two three

Malcom in the middle with the riddles
Everybody simple i see triple digit signals
I get high like the pitch of a whistle
I

somebody died
Put a nigga in a skillet, get his ass fried
Compare him to a perc, he gon' get his ass popped

Peezy wasn't  lying when he told you them