Lyrics:
tattoos are the shit
Add a big encrypted markings
And your tattoos look like shit
A blind kid scribbled with marker
Burn rubber - Parking lot
Tires
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away, When I know
I'll come back
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
arm, side by side
We'll never run or never hide
We'll never give up, we'll never give in
We'll raise our fist and fight to win
[Chorus:]
There's a new
the block kid counterattack
Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
Park Hill Projects,
greatest gift on earth
He got married she got married
And the kids are ruling, yeah
And I'll stand by what they do
And I'll fight their fights as one
So ima always be a problematic kid
For me to spit a rhyme is just some automatic shit
I'm breathin molten lava like Godzilla in the flesh
I'll
On a bitch/how tf
You got mixed kids
And on the low
Racist as shit/I
Heard you when you called your bm a
Nigga with the
Er on the end/
But then black is
Say Oohhh I love me a Southern
When I was a child, I made up in my mind
That I was gonna find me a southern man
He leaves his work-boots by
I'm,
Thrown back by a surface of light,
Sounds not absorbing yet I'm forced to reflect,
I'm from a place where you're never proud of shit,
See me, I've
you in my arms;
under the secret comfort
of the blanket of the shadow
of the broken traffic light by my window
(do you remember?)
Do you even know?
on the ceiling
I'm fightin' battlin' demons, wakin' up to scratches on my face
Think I'm starting to feel it burn, from the pastor when he prays
Now my arms have
they in your arms
What about that girl I love
Now has she moved on
After gaining all I wanted
I'm still all alone
I'm just a man and some things I don't
on
When I'm a part of your life, you can never go wrong
[Kid Creole]
You say ah first my name was Denny Den
The secret weapon, the master plan
I'm
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
twin grab a arm pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
And they say for what it's worth
His mother was frightened by a donkey
Six months before his birth
And when the midwife heaved him out
The first thing she
Kids, man, they just ain't the way they used to be when we was comin' up, man
These lil' motherfuckers don't even wanna go outside
They stay in
It's all cool when they meet Mr k-ID
Automatically head in the VIP
Turn it up beats blazing hot as hell
I got the dank put it in
The burner roll it
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
As I was slowly passing by an orphan's home one day,
I thought I'd stop a little while just to watch the children play.
Alone, a boy was standing,
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