Lyrics:
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
to get higher like I'm flying, a pilot
Up to Heaven, me and brethren in that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine
Heaven rock
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo, yo
Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryna corrupt the game
But what it
for confirming your catalog
Ain't really worth much
This shit is so depressing
Your son gotta wake up on
Christmas to no presents
Arsonal had the nerve
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
now
I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son
not the one, I represent His Son
The red letters in my hand were signed by royalty
The red letters in my hand are not just stories see
The red let us
the cops and beefing blocks
Think you'll ever see me, must be chiefin rocks
Like Green Day, they album dookie
Coming around washed up, on that Pookie
to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends
Samson
See say, oboy no be by lock (luck)
Peter Ternenge
You hear, "ehn, no be by rock (ruck)"
So if there's a broken piece of you
And you're feeling
love you son
The feelings in my chest that tighten up I wait till later for the tears to run just smoke or
something else to numb me deeper got me geek
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