Lyrics:
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
trying to let myself grow
And I’ve been benefiting, getting better by the day
The fact I have fans around the world is just too crazy
You can’t doubt me,
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
so I started writing
I thought that I would record an album all by myself
It was a period of reflection for me
cnd this is what this album evolves
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
to check
“Yeah bu-“ don’t interrupt me I’m not finished yet
You dropped an album but you’re still not bigger yet
You start up and you burn out just like
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
sense-sense of all this shit around me
I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going
spinners witcha bytch
To show you really is a bytch
Bustaz talk a lot shit
I'm hoppen out on site
With tha pipe
Yeah betta play nice
Witcha life
how the hell I keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how I've lastin long
It's the bong that I smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya want to sing
I
3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things
King with an apron
I've been snaked by my own kind
So now I've gotta live with the asians
Stuck in the slums
Brothers in arms bussin' the guns
Mothers
in me baby let's ride
Do or die we on that big Bonnie and Clyde
Suicidal if they try to play with mine I got killas
By my side that got murder on they
amounts
Now I whip cars around
Jason transporter in and
Out of town never out of bounds
Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me
Wanna give her carrots
of doom
Once I’m stunned
Taking everybody out one by one
This is the outcome, of the whole album
I’m am so proud I’m done, I’m done
One more time as we all
a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album
Since the other side came to my town there's been a lot a fuckery going around
Fuckboys increase in multiplication,
I ain't racist just a mere
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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