Lyrics:
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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
(Mhm)
I smoke good dope
Measure by the Kilo
Yeah, she want me back
It's something that she know (She Know)
Yeah we know, yeah we know
I can't even trip
something out of nothing somewhere on my own steam.
song: One Thing
Written / Performed by Suntonio Bandanaz
album: sWordsCool
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
disease
Don't be a pawn for their greed, you'll be no martyr to me
In Afghanistan, platoon split into halves
Serial one is on foot, led by O'neil and Pat
to the stars
It was just something aroused
From having Elvis in the house
Flowered now into several kings in heavenly status
I've showered crowds with my singing
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
or stifle it or censor
It in the name of marketing
I first saw censorship as
A child in Mogadishu
Walking into my home's courtyard one
Day and hearing
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
debut
Album, power of the Dollar
And finally in the spring of 2000 it
Was ready to be released by
Columbia Records it represented to him all
The struggles
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
Santa kissed me under the mistletoe
Tasted like egg nog and it was gross
Said he was lonely and it had been a while
The elves run frantic when
success ain't contagious
All my old homies turning into strangers
Think you owed something? Then I can arrange it
But the only thing you gon about get is
Anyone that I ever encountered
I get my bread, set it down lick my thumb and then count it
And do that shit so thorough
Henry David finna have his name
Excuse me if I start to get into my feels
Mental health is serious to me
So, I ask you to beg my pardon
As it's about to get real- for reals
I'm
dude
But that's something I ain't getting into
Let's drink dude (Ha)
Bounce, it's ya birthday bitch
Step up in the party like you know you the shit
I went on tour but my bird couldn’t come
Cos she had to stay home
And dogsit for her mum
When I got back off tour
Something didn’t add up
I fancied
Comin' so swift and upliftin'
Shiftin' into gears everybody snap, tap
Clap cause this is the year
For Perfection, my motherfuckin' homies
To put they
direction
So why do you think that you, as a person
Exist right, there is something
There is a total way in which
Those elements are pulled together
Into
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
off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke
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