Lyrics:
I don't give a damn about all that stupid fuss
Inspired by Nas, I just rhyme, climb and put my trust
You might be Beerus but don't get wrong ideas na
the dick
Pop all the rids then I'll split
So she'll need a ride in a bit
Phixi is slick
Sicker than Kris after chugging a fifth
Woke stiff in a ditch
Kickin' that rhyme and reason
Just what you believe in
Kickin' that rhyme and reason
They say sticks and stones can break your bones
But words can
rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your
that I don't entertain
Cause stupid is what stupid does and really I don't give a fuck
But don't get it Kris Kross cause you done missed the bus
I
leveled it like da Constructicons
Forming Devastator made a clever way to crush your rhymes
Just in time like them 90's dot commers
Catch me up in
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it
By the sound
plus 1 times 5
Let me break it down live a life so live
Sunday drive, I still find the time
To write a rhyme so fly, Let me slide on by
I've got the vibe
attitudes
I said Kris, if I could call ya Kris, I know you know your way around this town
But if you don't mind I'd be much obliged to help you burn it down
to be
Heart's intertwined, I cannot hide
She make me feel alive, keep her right by my side
Stars just aligned, Fell at the perfect time
She's way more
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
Kotc
Skirttt
We gon be alright
And thats on life
And we gon live it up
Like its the end of our lifes
We gon live it up
Oooo yeah
We gon live it
with a mag, I'm in my bag, I'll let that shit dump
Pussy, had me thinkin' that I missed sum
Feelin' just like Kriss Kross on the way I make that shit
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' Harley Davidson
How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God,
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
your way
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper
Ingest I am given
A smidgen to make life-changin decisions
Listen my mission with precision will
Position our children
By the millions to start buildin
Our
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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