Lyrics:
mention me, in the next century:
KRS-One, innovator in early rap-poetry
Simultaneously you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000 Criminal Minded
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
Aka DJ Old Davis
I have a special request
I would love to hear "Buffalo Stance" by Neneh Cherry
And, uh, one more thing
Don't you get fresh with me
me I be stunning that’s fresh to the death
Yh thеy talking to the top of their mouth
Like who thеy think they scaring we ain’t yapping it out
When I
me slide by Kristy's
Swoop up like Frisbees
Too damn fresh for being MC
Sucked up game, pursued my role
And slid to a beauty never G'd before
Let's
Leads to the criminal
Ain’t nothing subliminal to it
That’s how they do it
See they game they run
Give a fuck if he’s cunning
Articulate and handsome
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
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
Somebody deals by weed and cox
Somebody deals by her old pussy
Somebody around talks shit too much
It's never was easy to cash producing
Somebody
make a hard ass beat
You could call me DJ Mustard
Lames thinkin I'm a mark
Bums callin me a Custer
But I ain't no buster
I raised myself inside these
you despise)
Envy this emcees magnitude (so realize)
The MC emceed (the DJ deejayed 'em)
Until the next time I keep you steppin' to the A.M.
Two
you want to know I don't even know
I'm going to walk by like idk you
All the fake lil things you do
I leave them behind like you leave me too
But if
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringing fresh
finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringing fresh
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
melt
Tokyo Tribe, DJ Muro, king of the digging
Crazy yen style stay winnin'
Diggin' daddy, ammo is brolic
Fila sneakers and suede goose, walked in
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
kissin'
But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin'
The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard
And it's a feet for you to meet me on any
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