Lyrics:
NcRRcTOR
Captain cJ Griffin walked in the rain
cs the skeleton crew rowed away
He opened his door only to find
Someone else had stowed away
KcL
“It
you are
Who made it this far
If you're not falling in love
You're falling apart
Gravity's lost art
I see something on the horizon
Its a brand new dawn
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
nice we not corny
But you is, In School I was a truant
My whole crew's Jewish
Peace to Mike Newman
And peace to Mike Bluman
They got my back if anybody
soul spins.
Verse 3:
Through CRISPR's gate, we step beyond,
To the beat of science's unbreakable bond.
AI and human, side by side,
In this new dawn, we
Ayy, yeah, we in the stu, we in the stu
Uh, we in the stu, we in the stu
Nigga, this ain't nothin' new
Came with the crew, that's Sewski and Blu
We
the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don't touch, muthafucker think
The writing appeared on the wall
Some ancient language I couldn't decipher
The scaffold appeared at dawn
Here all along I thought that I was a lifer
my blind eyes
Lay me wide open, let self die
Make me a new work of art
But when the certain light dawns
And certainty fades
How can I help but feel
crew
Far away from home in a land not new
So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew
Son, yo, they steppin in you
And it could happen to you
[Outro:
a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old
the only fake nigga around yo crew, you cousin Skeeter, huh
702 on the scale, that'll be a hundred dollars
In them traps we do that math and science better
Yo, feels like the whole world's against me
Master plan stolen land forced entry
I couldn't tell you from what tribe
Or what language I spoke from
new fetish
Just got out of bed, and I knew you'd regret it.
She drop by some head and then boop-boop she finish
Got fruit-loops for dinner and chew
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
of spazz crew its proven
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you
you know how much respect I get?
Got here all by myself
With no assistance, with no help
Pretty’s giving all these new
Rappers so much height
When these
still hooping in Harlem
Listening to Biggie, attitude of a Spartan
Every rapper prepping for a fist fight, get my knife and sharpen
Feel like the art is
New York By Von
Dancing in New York, trouble's out the window, living for tonight so let everybody know.
We Dancing in New York, dancing in New
feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
Said that it's was for me but I do it all for you
Toast the crew yea you know its 92
Spec Yes too yea you know we coming though
With that new hot shit
where it started, where it began
Dawn was the one who made the world span
Only I know who I really am
Who am i, the martial arts dan
Never get lost in
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