Lyrics:
the day), hey, hey, hey (young)
Hip-hop has changed (J. Breezy, let's do it again, nigga)
Rough, the way it oughta be
From day KRS-One all the way up
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Lennon cried power
James Brown cried power
And I could cry power
Power (power)
Power (power)
Power, Lord
B.B. cried power
Joni cried power
Nina
Hallelujah!
Shout the saints of God alone
Honor! Power! and Dominion!
Praises gather at the throne
Oh, they gather at the crystal throne
Gather
Japan, I ask you
Do you love hip-hop music?
Cigars in the Japanese Soul bar
Drinkin' Scotch 'til daybreak, KD 3 had gold bars
These vibranium
Playin' his artist like a corner workin' specimen
And I ain't kidding you when I say it's political
The way they make a ridicule of artists can be
even more motivation
To pick up the pace and give you more fascination
With the ryhmes in my rap creation
They show the power of the Kane's innovation
Nino de Brown has a great sense of style
The way he takes Afro beats and hip-hop
And infuses them together makes him very unique
When you hear his
would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown?
What is a paper without a president?
What is a compound without a element?
What is a jam if you don't spike
and Sexelettes
It's about wonder
The power to be like thunder
Expressing electricity
It's the greatest show with the best effects
Since Disco-Tex
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
Can your daddy get us backstage passes
You know that we love to dance
Can your daddy give us backstage passes
With all his political power
With all
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
some of y'all didn't hear it right
I didn't call him
His name wasn't the artist
Artist, Artist
Artist - every syllable must be heard
Artist - formerly
(Ah, Erica Kane)
Erica Kane
She's back on the streets, a fee for the night
Fill you with grief, she cuts like a knife
Make you do things that
The next day could be your last
We live in a political world
The one we can see and feel
But there's no one to check
It's all a stacked deck
We all know for
Artist: KRS-One f nas, S-Five
Album: Adventures In Emceein
Song: The Real Hiphop
Aiyyo man, this is the end
And let me tell you somethin man my man
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