Lyrics:
O Sweet Greek Madonna
Do flash your glow-stick earrings
Some spectral strobe lighting
Might brighten up my evening
While it would be an honour
I know these hoes just be lying to me
I'm on some dark shit, check out the garments, I just went and got styled by Madonna
5 hour flight on a PJ, I
tongue
For mama miss her son
Say that I'm stuck in my ways
All I know is how to get paid
Stack up day by day
Dolla
Dolla
Dolla
Drug money no Rico
Real g,
I brought you roses and put them by your grave
My dead lover, who's been gone since May
I shed some tears and then walked away
Looked to the skies
know he was on a mission the other night, but I'ma make it home by the today
Stackin' my guala, I'ma get to the pay
Benji on my face and I feel like
surpassed
Loot up I'm in the queue right now when I get my chance Ima make it last
And I put that on my mommma
4 by 4 roll prez Obama
Material hoe yeah
Epistemology at eight, cold air outside the shower
Madonna cannot stay, how can you bear the heat of water
This requiem called lullaby, your judgment
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
to do? (yeah)
What I'm supposed to do? (huh?)
What I'm supposed to do? (yeah)
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (two)
I'm
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I've lost my self control
to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts
Newspapers lying by the door
I don't miss you anymore
I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor
And you ain't thinking about me
I read
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff
Serving subpoenas
conversation when I'm lookin' up
Be on the look out for that album when it drop from clouds
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
niggas
Every night night
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
All my
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
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