Lyrics:
the good times, yeah.
It's all about my people.
It's all about this family affair
Uh
You got it locked to the 'Feel Good' song of the year
And I go by
my ESP is working more frequent
Predict the outcomes by observing the sequence
I'm picking up readings you hear that beeping?
My nose start bleeding my
more relevant
Secret codex to defining my elements
Hot summer light's feelin like a sauna
Drinkin til late at night, I'll be gone by tomorra but
You in
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
like Zack, you wish
Y'all actin' like fags, you dig
Time to hop on the track pricks
No time for that, no time for you
Make belive is never true
Only me,
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
back to the future
We go
Young McFly
On his skateboard
Young boy
Tryna chase sumn
Say sumn
She keep begging
To say sumn
Baby
Won't you say sumn
C'mon
her out tell her to vanish
I told lil shawty that I can not manage (I cant)
Know I Finesse I'm all about the action
If you see me know I never be
It's all about the good life.
It's all about the good times, yeah.
It's all about my people.
It's all about this family affair
Uh
You got it locked
real
And it's all a stunt, you wanna get put on punk
It's cool putting shotguns up in a trunk
Who gon' say I ain't real, I'm more than trill
Cause I'm
that chorus was lame until you heard all the harmonies
I'm dropping the flames, I'm FIREPROOF ain't no harming me
Hits on Hits got me feeling like RUTH,
on the kitchen table thought I was in my room watching cable learning math before class plus how to play it off never by on credit if you can't pay it off thats
about to choke
On this lyrical smoke, boom
You ain't hard enough
To make the track go boom, niggah
You ain't that hard
You ain't hard enough
To make
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
though, it's McFly ho, I'm doing this for Kansas City, you gotta let
em know
We up, we up, we up, tell them n...... we up, we up, we up, we ain't never
arms strong
Life's a bitch so I got a hard on
Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes
But don't own the house they live in
When you're young, that's
Aye, Aye
I stayed up all night
Writing raps I'm finna make it hoe
Came a long way from a jail cell
You don't get it doe
Smoking so much weed
I felt like
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch
the bible about it y'all
It doesn't take a frickin' scientist to be a real friend
Now tell me what you really think?
What really matters in the end?
Woah
Marty McFly
The line in the sand's been drawn for us all
And it's time to change our ways
Or await the executioner's call
But I refuse to give up
I'll
the shit still stick in the rearview mirrors
All my peers be moving so fast to them I cheers on the brink of tears
I don't wanna think about
How many
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