Lyrics:
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
your path outlined Unobstructed by nonsense.. the Vast work was getting ta work,
Now it all falls into place you've Been shown gods grace and walk In
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
Okay, now I'm warmed up, I can feel the sweat
The bars drip and turn complex
Hit the floor as I gas the beat
Then evaporate and condense
In a generation
then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen
Stackin' this cream, livin' the American dream now
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't slept in
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
joint
Every album since then always been on point
(Thank you) videos and big shows is hardcore
So why you think your albums haven't sold more?
Well
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
now. Please, don't even dare!
I beg you, as mother!
"The sea's claimed your father and kin, one by one,
More than three years missing is Huey, my son,
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
these falling angels
Skeletons of what they once were
Hanging in the closet for the world to see
And now they're fallen angels
Faced by demons
If you never loved me
Then there's nothing
You can do for me, truthfully
I've been gone for a minute
On my way back soon
Imma put another album out
Live Crew, Run DMC
Back then, those bands were really cool
You wouldn't be able to understand that now
But this time is different from then
They were
before
Got something to say, then I'm hittin' the door
I'm wishing you luck up shits creek with no oar
I'm workin' for me, and doin' myself
And no longer
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
to call
It ‘Theraflu’ i’m calling
The song this…" And then people are
Like, "oh, he changed the song to this"
And then that’s
What it is, because when I did
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
for it
I had a shot of D'usse, now the ace of spade is pourin'
My vision's 20/20, and the feelin' is euphoric
If I'm not on my harley then I'm
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