Lyrics:
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
asked someone directions
Could not procure a vindication to sit back and stick around
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
I can take ya down some
Old back roads
Get lost, have to find
Our way back home
Roll a spliff, get lit
In different area codes
We roll
On any old
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
You can't see without no direction
Excuse me if you think I'm blessed
I smoke my weed, listen to Sade
I ain't got time for no check
'Cause the police
that direction, right? you saw it... you know! well that's 'cause he's over there. I've got to watch him for signs. he jumps up and down like a jackass.
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
They always trying to indicate new directions
Never asked for your assistance
They don't think that I'm special
Fuck your enlightening opinions
Boy
Trying to make up my own mind
Got my own direction to find!
Yeah, I know jimmy's cool and everyone at school
Usually does what jimmy does, without thinking
closed in my Ada-di-das
I'm a fetus in my boom sake nana
Daddy's home, on the mic, hey papa
Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my pedal no band
talk aliens
That's radars detected for close minded
Had every right to go left on niggas like ambidextrous
That one direction shit don't make you bands
home is broadened
Patriotism expanded by callings from beyond
So I pack my things nothing precious, all things sacred
I am a citizen of the planet
still I cannot find
A place to call a home
When there's a woman on my mind
Oh, ooh show me some affection
Oh, ooh give me some direction
Oh, ooh
mouth, I'm bettin'
Glenwood Road, I'm wettin'
No security with me, aint no need for you to check in
This is my city, ATL don't need directions
Got a lot
lacking direction
Please raise your hand when you're asking a question
I’m teaching a lesson, you absent or present (here)
Feel like the goat of the past
to remember how I got here
When they try to pull me
In every direction
When all my heads fool me
Rambling in tongues
Have I not walked by
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