Lyrics:
I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, roc,
The motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles
Standin'
fresher than a peppermint (uh)
'Til today I dey the same because I can't change
I be naughty by nature, I be gang gang
Now your girl she say she like,
di appellant
Mi words final
Mi a king dem a peasants
Fimmi style dem sick, dem aberrant
Lyrics a fyah when mi spit mi, neva seh ""blank""
Bars lit,
shades, the many sizes and features
Such a wide variety of African women
Sometimes leaves me frustrated and speechless
I try not to admire what I can't
shades, the many sizes and features
Such a wide variety of African women
Sometimes leaves me frustrated and speechless
I try not to admire what I can't
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Cause we did
as me
'Cause old school rappers just ain't what they used to be
So up your nose with a rubber hose
And every brother knows that your style's older than
Fine bwoy
Oh na na oh uh oh oh uh oh yea
Baby I will stand by you yeah
Na only you dey my mind oh
Can I be your man girl
And you go be my woman
Baby
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
round or flat
If Jesus was real his lips would be fat
Don't judge me by the colour of my skin I'm BLUE on the inside
This so called "African child" has
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