Lyrics:
made for this
Sat back–reminisced,
Bout the struggle and rubble, I got the pass, no assist
Got my name in the mix
Now they claiming I'm lit
But they aint
to where I live
I get boreder by the second
I ain't give a fuck bout a narrative
I'm think there's more to my depression
I ain't give a fuck if I'm scarin'
head.
Oh yeah – I’m outta my head. [2x]
Original Beat by Kid Arcade at Kid_Arcade@Live.Com. Additional beats, lyrics, and mix by Fonso Montilla
The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you
[Stand!!!!] 2x
We live large in the United States
So you wonder why we want to smash the state
Well
2, look out for my crew
'Cause we be rockin like and nobody knew
From our heads to our shoes, gotta keep it true
Gotta keep it righteous to Him our
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked
meal 'fore I kill a show
Higher res than the games on a PS4
Better yet, higher res than the pc too
So the diamonds straight outta 3002
I'm a shark in
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
this ain’t 2k but I just shot a nigga lagged
I’m off that mojo and that dust I like to mix it with the mid
How that drako lifted his car I’m tryna tune
COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU
"Aww shit!" - Big Daddy Kane (Repeat 4x)
Me and the fellas, we used to be cool
Until I got the fame, the girls, and the jewels
Now I'm the big man,
a witness
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws
[verse 4 - fatal]
Vocally undestructible
Your crew ain't got
found this rap
Found my soul
Big brother showed me all these flows
Wanna be like him, wanna be cold
But that fork we saw gave us two roads, and he fell
inside of you) X2
Chorus
Are you living for the LORD or are you living how you like
(How you like) x4
You better change
You better change
You better
you playin' life
Wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all karma and laws
What, speed on and get peed on
You wanna take
thing
Aye na, wait, what the fuck happened to the beat yo
Yeah
Cus I did by myself
Cus I did it by myself
Your homeboy got a whole crew
No he didn't do it
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's alright, let my wife, my crew
shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
Where we at?
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident (227)
That happened in the Detroit
fiend, fuckin' in my four hundred Lex' ring.
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit' gets gleam.
[Chorus x 2]
Chorus: repeat 4X
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Verse One:
I remember
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