Lyrics:
Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let
us ride... to Camelot.
[singing]
We're knights of the round table
We dance when e'er we're able
We do
of the killers
A young girl marries an older man
With more money than you can understand
He smouthers her with pearls and jewellery
And they both seemed as happy
of the killers
A young girl marries an older man
With more money than you can understand
He smouthers her with pearls and jewellery
And they both seemed as happy
that's what I do
Shawty trying to bless me ion Achu
When I'm sending shots, I'm a try to at you
Me and Chris double up shit by two
I ain't no killer don't
lost the onions, no makin' up
No blunts but y'all fake as fuck
It's gym time and I'm shapin' up
I've been foulin', when Blake get up
You gon' waste
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
divided by the color of skin
We ain't got no time to reflect on what it should or could have been
If you see injustice taking place right in front of your
no doubt/ theres no reason for doubt when you have as much clout as me/ I shout out my name! Midwest invasion is the name of the motha fuckin game!/ if
you know)
Y'all better up and jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump up
It's just us and the night is young
(Oh, yeah the night is young) jump, jump
(deaf) like a man that can't hear
You can't stare in the eyes of
A nigga realer than you
When you know that nigga will kill you
And ain't no killer in you
yeah
A Serial Killer yeah yeah yeah yeah
You’ve already noticed that when you’re with me
I got all eyes on me at the center of the ring just like
a fuss, in the end you'll agree
When you come inside my teepee
As I said before, you could sense the danger
When you're stung by the rapping ranger
When
will be bro
You ain't even in my class
I've stepped on glass, I'll even try to jump the Shard
Yeah
You ain't even in my class
No you ain't
You ain't even
flames
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables
Curators cater to killers of innovators
I'm a staple
No
that's a frisbee
Tangle with ll boy that's risky
Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey
(Jump on it, jump on it)
When the chips are down you gotta
, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
We represent Memphis, 'Sippi
And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC
were kids again
Now I’m too numb, you having fun
can I just... feel again, can I just feel again
Boosted adrenaline, feel like I’m tripping off Ritalin
Keep it movin', keep it movin'
Feels good when you jump around
Keep it movin', keep it movin'
Feels good when you're gettin' down
Keep it movin',
'Cause I remember all those years (what), how it was when you were here (come on)
I remember how it was (what), how it was when you were young (yeah)
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
came back but fuck that, he don't care
When Kyron steps out he's gonna end it right here
Kyron's on the phone, he's saying "how you know?"
He jumps
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
neglected your feelings and mistreated you by not being kind
Cause I did
Did you look back over the two years we spent together and smile, then laugh when
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