Lyrics:
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
Loc, no joke, no joke!
I'm the man in the place
Punch you in the face, a gun in my waist!
It's Loc baby, a'yo w'sup Loc?
It's Loc, no joke, it's Loc
It's
the second coming isn't long
I just won't quit, yo you can hear it in this song
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got
even when things were rough
Seven deadly exes, it's a heck of a rush
Threatened every second, I'm confessing my love
To this heaven I was blessed with,
eyes
Waking up in a bad dream
Living inside a scream
There's hell in your bloodstream
We're seven seconds, we're seven seconds from Babylon
You can't
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
head
Think I'm falling for your charm
Spellbound by the magic in your eyes yeah
Ayy
Why you always in my mind
I can see your face in clouds
I don't know
millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang
Wa da da da dang
This is KRS-One
Seven days later I was chillin' in the herb gate
But seven days too much when
things
Simpatico, with the status quo, it's a copacetic thing
Now the years go by like the clock ticks, days like, the second hand
When i'm gettin up
up missing in this rap game
After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't nothin' changed
(ain't nothin changed) And everybody wanna be like the Bone
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
unique
24-7 ya thinking bout it even in ya sleep
So this bad chick i met her, we talking for several weeks
And our sexual conversations was really getting
the beaches wave on wave,
And sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots that bared their names.
Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble
break ah nigga face like some shattered glass
These shells rip through his body just like a surgeon
Don't believe the hype that Nigga hella soft in person
back to mine Berlin 75
Royal consumerism, times fly by - those 14 years we try
Berlin '75
We'll get a handle on it, keep your head light
Turn and face
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
It was more like four with an appetite
Yeah five times, we're getting it right
Six cold sweats, then 7 8 9
Death by a thousand cuts and we didn't even
Consolidating all efforts to break the mould
Seven billion, seven billion souls incarnate
In Karma's wake, can we embrace the face of fate
When it stands
messin' up my optical
You need to face it
Cuz I'm in her mouth 24/7 talking braces
Im pulling up to the studio 9-5 its a day shift
Hold on, now I'm spacing
optical
You need to face it
Cuz I'm in her mouth 24/7 talking braces
I'm pulling up to the studio 9 to 5 its a day shift
Hold on, now I'm spacing
All this
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
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