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Sleep Song
Music & Lyrics by Robert Porembski

Close your eyes and sleep awhile
And don’t you worry
Ah, there’s no hurry
And we’ve got no place to go

vinyl albums by the crate now that's great
it was a bit late for a clean slate
filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh
sometimes the biggest

forever with you
Uber black with the five star rating (Yeah)
Love now, never ever hate later (Yeah)
So smart, so wise, your the kind
That's hard these days

that I thought of
Shot off the chain, like i was sawn off! (Ruhr!)
So i saved 'em; 2 years; stored 'em
School got worse; was culled by the boredom
But I

the gist
He dissed on the 4th and was gone by the 5th
Tried to be fancy got pressed at ruth khris
This ain't no fishbowl nigga this dark tints
It's me nd

know I was schooled by coach boston
So mentally I cant be broken from now until the coffin

says fuck the cops
I’m blessed to look back and see how far I’ve travelled
I’m trembled and humbled by God
I came with what I came with and now we speak

You don't wanna be by yourself
And get yourself in a corner
That's the least that you want
So just basically
Be around people
And yeah that's basically

What's good people?
You're tuned in, live right now to the one and only Dear Fortune Records
We've got Luke in the studio and he's about to give us

it to the fullest till I'm six feet deep
This year I'm going triple savage, on that 63
They said we wouldn't make it, now I'm making 16's bleed
When I

Mayor of Circuit City, The albums had censored curses
Rhyming was my home, only furniture was the furnace.
Eternity was the distance, and now I'm minutes

the one and only
I turn you two into a toll, tell you, you owe me
You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie
I'm KRS-One, my power is now, acting

I used to make music by myself
But I asked him to sing for me
Thought he would juste help me shine
But this bastard took the spotlight
Feels like I'm

Tribulations
It was hard though
But i was patient
If a nigga don’t want the best for me
I gotta cut him off
Need my mind on ease

Dropped my first album
Shit had

a dart (huh)
Bulleye fiend movin' weight
With a song
(Leg)
Name say it all
Give it some (yeah)
Cursed by the worse
Speakin' wrong with the tongue (huh)

running loose
Made dis album ina week, u wont believe dat it's da truth
I put my feelings in my song errtime I'm ina stu
Middle finger to the world, if you

comes to my mind, it's only you
And it's no one else

But now I gotta show you, cause words aren't enough (Are not enough)
Gotta finish the album so I can

the way
I cannot stay
Moving one with the drum drum
As I pray cry as I may
28 a lineage
Looking at the time with the seriousness
Rest in peace Granddad now

Rhinestone on my hustle breakin necks
I been workin on my album mayne I don't get no rest
And I'm not like you basic cause I'm not like the rest
Now if you

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it

DIAS! yeah (My Darling)
I can see that Vince VanGo is on to something right now (My Darling)
Ye-yeah ye-yeah yeah! (My Darling)
358/2 Days (My

It started when we were young
These photographs that I’ve kept on
But the albums now yellow
They faded through the years
Memories clouding my mind

down equip myself with paper and pen
While being hyped with all the energy released by my friends
My flows is crazy I’m bout to go beast and go ham