Lyrics:
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
on
Have yet to find a girl like you
See things now I didn't before
Now wishin' I had more time with you
How do you stay awake
Knowin' all I do is
farm and seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once
Cause when all the things went wrong
Mama took the hymn
Will you remember me?
I woke up at 5 in the morning wondered, "why"?
When every breath is just a step to death
Every ghost another second best
count seconds
Seconds, yeah
Baby let the seasons change for you
Try to let the seasons change for you
I'm sitting in the backseat again
Can't tell if
file when it was over but yet it still
Started out, fools for real
Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked this
Wit no paper or dealin with
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
you breathe me in
You are the sun that shines within
Sleeping by the window
Curling round the pillow
Winsome breeze begins
Sometime before seven
city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11
From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me
Hey
"Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Goes by but it just wont stop
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Wont Stop!
its 7 in the morning
we better get up
smiled at me a second time. The look on my face told it all. But I didn't get the chance to speak.Well it's seven hours and seven days since I first saw
paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
once again
A 5'10" assassin, lightin' 'em up like Edison
Nowadays rap is a, rap is a hot commodity
Follow me on this interdimensional odyssey
Bumpin'
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
Seven how you feeling today
Are you lost in maze surrounded by your pain
And again when you turn a corner
Dead end so you continue to wander
Scream
a flood.
Seven bowls of wrath, poured from above,
Signs of justice, by the hand of Love.
Though the earth quakes and nations fall,
God's mercy still calls.
(sp?)
Buz Aldrin, Neil Armstong, Mike Collier
Buz Aldrin, Mike Collier
This is Apollo control
Twenty-seven thousand feet per second
We confirm
paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me
By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
Well, here it is
They's wearing uniforms
One by one in a line
If you don't like yourself
Go flick that balls on someone else
I got some
platinum again
Niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make
Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas
Let me see
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
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