Lyrics:
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
but their wound right down
Cos we want people to see how we move around town
Revolve sounds, round this world you see it orbit
We never be stopping
In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand
Here's another hand, here's another hand
Dilly can I get another hand ?
Here's a hand, king king
by running the town, ain’t dumbing it down
When I’m coming around, the one with the crown and I’m busting it wild from under the ground
While faster
J.G., King B
Shut, shut, shut, shut it down
Shut, shut, shut, shut it down
Yo, I'm pretty smooth and my powers so raw
Kick in the door gimme what I
I'm still low Key, running a muck
They don't wanna battle me, Don't know I'm the king of this Castle
Putting on a show, nothing Gonna let me rattle
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
the ground(Shake)
"ANGEL" there to cool me down
Desperation move up!
This blaster move will warp the town
(Temee mo Oucchimae…)
The flames I wield a different kind
groove all night
We're the kings of the dance floor, no one can deny
Our moves are fly, we make the ladies sigh
With a chin so tight, we're the
In
a fact move on back 'fore I snap
I got the crown I'm locking it down not dropping it now shocking the town and dogging you clowns
Making it rain from down
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
Flow in the poem, I'm mixing that sprite
Closer to death when I'm closing my eyes
Lil' bae making moves when she's shaking them thighs
Made my own
contributii
Man, I follow Christ, you're still I'm believing in evolution
Please don't get entitled with one just cause you're a Lutheran
God's not gonna
be working hard
Hoping 2000 years from now
It's gonna be good
Nothing works at the moment
Sad Avenue
I'm from a place
They call it P-town
Pitakwa
To be
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
should be
Everything these women think they seem to be
Every king needs his queen right by his side
It's just us against the world baby you and I
You are
rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
the market moves
Cash rules kings, queens, prince and princess
Every night I'm crossing a line that ain't the finish
Every thought is dark as a glass
So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
brewing in every town you can't stop the spread by sitting down they tell you one thing in reality it's another its layers that you must peel back
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
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