Lyrics:
a fuck
It would be from my dick
Tracks like these they go hardcore
I'm on the roof and you're on the floor
Blast it up like I got C4
We on a mission and we
scaring myself
To put it
Plainly
I'm preparing myself
For this
Daily
Drag on my health
About to drop on off
This terrestrial shelf
I know it's hardcore
It's
under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin' you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
superstar
That you see on TV and what is called a gangsta
Hah, hah, hah, you really think you could be
Just with the hat on your head and a fist like an O.G.
"You want power, but you're not big enough
So you steal it piece by piece.
Take it in spoils, and step by step you'll weaken and the power is gone"
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you're
You son of a bitch
Let's take a bout
Come out and face me
I'll kick your ass
And split your lips
I'll punch you out I'll knock you down
You
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
I feel the Botox in your lips but you don’t give me frowns
So I’ll be by your side, until my days end
And I’ll be only high, around the right men
For
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
I'm in the fucking mood
Bitches
actin like a superstar
Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car
We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too
And rip you open
Yeah
I'm wearing Christian Dior
Looking hardcore
She's tryna knock on my door
Seems that I score
Now i'm getting money like the jungle rainfall
She
can't ever let her go but she's a danger to my health
I don't wanna be superstar if I'm by myself
She's a wyld card love inducing
Yellow skin tone lips is
Oh wait, is that my poster
Album signed by yours truly?
I swear you said that you don't know me
But girl it looks like you kinda knew me
Oh shit,
to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
clothes
Kiss you on the forehead, more head
I can't roll
Not until the icings on the cake hole
Your lips, put it in, pull it out
Stick it in
Put a jimmy
I'm badass and you can't even compete
With my Chanel bag on Instagram you just follow my lead
I keep my circle tight real ones by my side
You're stuck
If words can heal the divide you're speechless in your ride
Your lips will wait tonight for me to run this red light
You lie sweetly on my chest
Bond
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]
Well it's me, down with D-are-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks
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