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It’s nonsense
Im god sent
Same day delivery
Is all you get from me
Unmixed singles
Underneath the Christmas tree
(Santa?)
So I
Made
bias
Y'all should'a known that I got the skills to rhyme shit
It's no surprise that I have broke the silence
I'm a mother fuckin' asshole that no one
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
How about it now
I've got my feet back on the ground
Thought id be further by now
Try to get my voice out louder
But I doubt
niggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's
the mall
That's all
So i hit it then i dip
Then she give me lip
I became a savage
Ain't no doubt about this
Yeah she show me love
But am not about to fall
So
under waves of the pressure by knowing they let you be someone thats special but now
I don't feel like I even deserve it
So I'm pushing myself as a person
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
yall know
All alone i just wanna make it out yeah
In my zone i aint ever had a doubt yeah
I been cold i stay froze im the alps yeah
Real in my blood you
you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
make you feel free, like your swimming underneath the sea, (You see) With me Ain’t nothing better than being loved by me, no We can get naughty, naughty
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
my pick up track
A forty five by my side
Just for luck
Verse #2
The man is telling me
Hand over my gun
It’ll be a cold day in hell
When i do that son
trillion (no one on the corner)
Ayo, I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question
trillion (no one on the corner)
Ayo, I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question
underneath
A long set sunrise, look into my eyes
Please end this enterprise
Of mistrust and lies
Forget the goodbyes and the pot pies
It'll all wither away
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
Thinking of all the stuff that I wonder
While sitting under God's shelter
I be always underneath the clear sky
I look around
I feel I'm a part of it now
tucked away, hunkered in a bunker underneath my conscious, waitin'
Growing defunct like a dud grenade
I'm just skating by, it's tough to say if I can stay
you don't need it
You'll be cured of all diseases
Your whole entire life would be deleted
Please forgive me I've been dreaming
And rudely interrupted by
the way it will be
Every move that you make
They track from sea to sea
Cause all across the states
They tried to bury away
All the lies that were told
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