Lyrics:
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block
It's a lot of cap
Shots will clap then spin head around
You better watch ya back
What? Y'all forgot the fact that I
Made a lot of hit's before
Classic
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block
on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
nods curtly
And I see a small but satisfied
Smile play on her lips
"My name is Councillor Kathryn Corrumpere
I will now commence the
Proceedings
the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
Young black
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
slow up the street men sit four deep in
They seats and slow up by the scene, bandanas hide they faces
But all they heads are shakin'
They nod in
When it's time for war, lace your boots up
My advice get your head bulletproofed up
No mercy, when the tool bust, smooch ya'
Leave your ass asking for
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
Tiger Woods I`m good
[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people want to know about
the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
on me in my Fendi swim suit, bitch
H-I-P
Nod your head real quick
H-O-P
C'mon, c'mon
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
will be bitten next
Where the love is authentic as spite ridden sex
Creativity swiftly thieved by how its perceived
A living nightmare just as bad
the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
Young black
been, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor comin' to a close, peace!
Next album, Lupe Fiasco's (and much love to ya) The Cool
If I forgot, forgive
airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
Bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
Oh you rap don't say jack
a black Smith-and-Wessun
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Load the clip, bust lead to the head
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
a Wesson the one that belongs to Smith
Don't riff or skip
Just hit the spliff and shoot ya gift
Until these bustas stop flexin'
MNM let 'em understand
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just lookin' back at the world
From another level, ya know what I mean?
Starin'
Multiple gunshots
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