Lyrics:
be missing your face
See really I ain't never had no patience anyway
If a nigga got a gun, then I'm gone blow yo ass away
I tell you, you ain't met
him on the street
He walks with a rhythm
Cause he's got some kind of beat
He clicks his heels a bit
His suit's a perfect fit
He knocks ‘em out
got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just
the baby wipes
Daddies gone and he made 'em sick
Yeah G we were sonning 'em
They really got tans we were sunning them
See them EQ dances there, we was
get it off b4 noon
His ass got swept up by that broom
And I'm talkin' to my lawyer through my Zoom
I swerve n my car and that bitch it go vroom
He
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
he on
Hide in the rhythm like Flesh & Bone
Ride for my niggas, ain't dead and gone, they passing yeah
My heart need compassion
Stay cool with my pastor
That's not you, that's not you, no
Every homie ain't your homie
Cause most of em are imposters
How can he keep it player
When he never made the roster
taxed
If you want you some za its 600 a quack
He keep spinning and missing that boy need a nap
I hop on the beat and I kill 'em
Ain't faking no image you
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
ain't basis whip it
Truth better be told
Lot rappers out selling songs worst than
The croak of toad
If am not too cold
Am making more rhymes in rhythm
judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?
The devil's got us by the balls
That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood
Knowing we gonna buy it
ain't neva got up with a thug nigga like this
Or got with a balla that spit to the rhythm like this
Or kick it with a platinum plus nigga like this
Well
but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he talking a lot
I can teach him how
I'm tyreek hill
Your man a mouse I can just tell just by the way he squeal
Jump up in the river stinging shit just fucking like eel
Got some funny
the treble, the rhythm is the rebel
When you turn red
You get a hole in your head, a fucking hole in your head
Cause my freedom got an AK
Bonnie and Clyde
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Fitted in some vintage and come kicks to come correct
I got money in my
My promise keeper He ain't ever lied
The reason that I'm still alive
Yeah He brought me life in the season where I could've died
Now I'm on the path
I get around like orbit
I got this all up in my veins, so fuck what you sayin
Your stuck in the same frame of mind, ain't no duckin my rain,
when it's
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
left out man this shit a blessing and a curse
Done bare shit in life to help myself earn
Aint nobody here for me at my turn
Now its my turn watch me spit
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me we're goin' out
To catch
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