Lyrics:
happen to be so
That's just an unimportant technicality
We could make believe I love you
Only make believe that you love me
Others find peace of mind in
your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)
K-o, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad
Ridin' around doing my thing
Is it too late to be tryin' to live dreams
Turn them all real
Reality is just a technicality
And so is being fake
So
neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me
In actuality they face the technicality
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jacking em up once mo'
Now the fox is in
the days, raising hell
Representative of a mind, able to lead a city what technicality of mankind
Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors
me
Envious niggas plan on killing me
Frontin' on my niggas and also my family
Fiendin' for my capability, it's tragedy
My technicalities die hard
The Hieroglyphics of this age
Melt away as you turn, turn the page
Obstructions in your view
Drift away, away in spite of you
Technicalities of your
and
He had that smirky smile
Woah, yeah, he got you off on a technicality
But you have to grow wings and fly
To ever get away from me
'Cause I got
actuality they face the technicality
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
Everywhere a nigga die for the salary
Pray to God, pray to Lord, watch after
let me get back down to reality:
I cause fatalities for any technicality
Wipe off your family randomly, ya understand?
It ain't no motherfuckin'
Only way you beating a body is a technicality
Other than that catch 'em in Clinton on the gallery
The determination and dedication and discipline
the days, raising hell
Representative of a mind, able to lead a city what technicality of mankind
Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors
my mind
This is really just a technicality, frailty, reality
Uh, it's time to breathe, time to believe
Let it go and run towards the sea
They
tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack
shot up
Didn't show up for court
So we got off on a technicality, left sweating
Me, you and what's his face
I forgot his fucking name
Shame he even
on duck technicalities with a bullet
I'm full of it, out in public to the max and I like it
These bitches love it I gangsta rap
Perhaps it's an addiction
it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jacking em up once mo'
Now the fox is in
five years for that, no question
I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up didn't show up for court
So we got off on a technicality, left sweatin'
should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
and let me go on technicalities
The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fucking Valerie
The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances
Fuckin' wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin' on the side of me
My mentality
a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm looking for
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