Lyrics:
to blackball
Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it
and I really hope you like it
So have your mother read it to you
and if you guys like it you can
I swear to god, I got you all on my mind
Like all the time, yeah
Love it when you grab me by the waistline
Tell them other shorties to fall in line
Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it
She was
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more!
It's bigger
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
relief from the times spent in pain
you doubt that you've got all the power
to strike it down by the hour
You're the sun in your universe
you
change?
Do you have any spare change?
Do you have any spare change?
He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they could be God
He told 'em they
myself up piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time
Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back for
Uh Huh
Do you feel it in your Veins, Like Blood? Uh-Huh
Shit, I'm trippin an i've had enough, Uh-Huh
That must mean that it's time to roll a blunt,
A courtship between two human beings
We fathom the scars left behind by other dealings
And the time we'll have to spent to know you and me
And how I
might spirit away
This shit lit at my burial wake ay
I pop outta this shaky grave what have I became B
Fuck with the Underworld gang
You going to fight
might spirit away
This shit lit at my burial wake ay
I pop outta this shaky grave what have I became B
Fuck with the Underworld gang
You going to fight
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
a clue
What do you think makes up a KRS?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay
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
I grab the beer, but not in
not your demise.
The more you resist, the quicker you sink. Ready to strike. Bind, constrict anyone tryna dim my love's light. Swallowed whole. Jaws
so bright
Darkness so dark
All is in place
As it must be
For Human race
Exit only
Forgive the ones who have destroyed
Thank you to all that you have
a very, very unusual way to come to you
But I gotta start by saying thanks
Thanks for such a wonderful year
Not only to you, to God, number one
To you
You won't fight
Then She would never have been attacked by those guys on her head
If She never got attacked
Then she might have more chances to live
40's than Tash and E-Swift
Uh, huh, I drink more than both of y'all
I hold more liquor than a bank on Crenshaw
And Tash you can't drink brew, you know
Everyone vaguely knows
That they want to be wealthy
But they don't have
A good set of principles
To do it by
Wealth is then thing that you really
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