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I am an artist 
Of new concepts at their hardest 
Yo, cause I'm a teacher 
And Scot is a scholar 
It ain't about money 
Cause we all make dollars 
That's why 
I walk with my head up 
When I hear wack rhymes 
I get fed up 
Rap is like a set-up 
A lot of games 
A lot of suckas with colorful names 
I'm so-and-so 
I'm this 
I'm that 
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack 
I'm not white or red or black 
I'm brown 
From the Boogie Down 
Productions 
Of course 
Our music be thumpin' 
Others say their bad 
But they're buggin 
Let me tell you somethin' now 
About hip hop 
About D-Nice, Melodie, 
And Scot La Rock 
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker 
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker 
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin' 
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin 
But I don't walk this way to portray 
Or reinforce 
Stereotypes of today 
Like all my brothas 
Eatin' chicken and watermelon 
Talk broken english and drug sellin' 
See I'm tellin' 
And teaching real facts 
Now when some act in rap 
Is kind of wack 
And it lacks 
Creativity and intelligence 
But they don't care 
'Cause the company is sellin' it 
It's my philosophy 
On the industry 
Don't bother dissin' me 
Or even wish that we'd 
Soften, dilute, 
Or commercialize all our lyrics 
'Cause it's about time 
One of y'all hear it 
First-hand 
From the intelligent 
Brown man 
A vegetarian 
No goat or ham 
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger 
'Cause to me that's suicide 
Self-murder 
Let us get back to what we call hip hop 
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
I am an artist 
Of new concepts at their hardest 
Yo, cause I'm a teacher 
And Scot is a scholar 
It ain't about money 
Cause we all make dollars 
That's why 
I walk with my head up 
When I hear wack rhymes 
I get fed up 
Rap is like a set-up 
A lot of games 
A lot of suckas with colorful names 
I'm so-and-so 
I'm this 
I'm that 
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack 
I'm not white or red or black 
I'm brown 
From the Boogie Down 
Productions 
Of course 
Our music be thumpin' 
Others say their bad 
But they're buggin 
Let me tell you somethin' now 
About hip hop 
About D-Nice, Melodie, 
And Scot La Rock 
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker 
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker 
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin' 
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin 
But I don't walk this way to portray 
Or reinforce 
Stereotypes of today 
Like all my brothas 
Eatin' chicken and watermelon 
Talk broken english and drug sellin' 
See I'm tellin' 
And teaching real facts 
Now when some act in rap 
Is kind of wack 
And it lacks 
Creativity and intelligence 
But they don't care 
'Cause the company is sellin' it 
It's my philosophy 
On the industry 
Don't bother dissin' me 
Or even wish that we'd 
Soften, dilute, 
Or commercialize all our lyrics 
'Cause it's about time 
One of y'all hear it 
First-hand 
From the intelligent 
Brown man 
A vegetarian 
No goat or ham 
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger 
'Cause to me that's suicide 
Self-murder 
Let us get back to what we call hip hop 
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
Glorified on your TV 
We run down bikes and hitch hikers 
And we know we'll get off scot-free
"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
I'll be on your mind night and day
I'm not the kind of girl you leave
And simply walk away scot free
You don't believe it yet
But I'm not that easy to forget
But you couldn't see it through 
We could have wrecked this place 
Won another race 
Could have walked scot-free out of here 
You held out your greasy hand 
It slipped away 
I could have died 
I could have cried 
Could hav
But you couldn't see it through 
We could have wrecked this place 
Won another race 
Could have walked scot-free out of here 
You held out your greasy hand 
It slipped away 
I could have died 
I could have cried 
Could hav

What's Free

Various Artists

Championships

2018

My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
Hallucination
Ain't no debating
I'm creating an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about trying to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
Hallucination
Ain't no debating
I'm creating an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about trying to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
Hallucination
Ain't no debating
I'm creating an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about trying to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
Hallucination
Ain't no debating
I'm creating an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about trying to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate

Alleen Door Jou

Various Artists

Ik doe het, ik piep in je mind
Jij doet je best, je wilt mij als je wife
Dus ik scot andere guys
Who wouldn't want the life you lead?
Think about it
Living the good life, yeah 
Practically scot-free, oh oh oh oh yeah
Who wouldn't want the life you lead?
Think about it
Living the good life, yeah
Practically scot-free, oh oh oh oh yeah

I Love You Baby

Various Artists

No Way Out

1997

Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away Scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away Scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Plants poison where there was just confusion
Walks away scot-free and laughing
Rides on the tide as the cancer grows
Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious
But how could I not see you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious
But how could I not see you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
If we don't call each other out
Then we will both get off scot-free
And you can be you and I'll get to stay me
True for life, it's gon' be what it's gon' be, nigga
It's us against the world, until you're scot-free, nigga
Flee nigga, that even much my [?]
It's 2015, we gonna be on a money spree, nigga
True for life, it's gon' be what it's gon' be, nigga
It's us against the world, until you're scot-free, nigga
Flee nigga, that even much my [?]
It's 2015, we gonna be on a money spree, nigga
That night, I was dumpin' that bitch in the ditch 
Did not know that I was doin' it in the presence of a snitch 
Got dope from the scenery, thinkin' I was scot-free 
And now, I'm ducki'n and dodgin' tryin' to keep it low-key 
Spliffed-out, ridin' in my hooptie on cloud 9 
Doin' about 50 when a nigga pass 1-Time 
Now they got a nigga

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