Lyrics:
Aaliyah was an American singer, actress, and model who was known for her smooth and soulful voice and her unique style. She released three successful albums
of the music is down to the algorithm
Shout out to the slept-on rappers blazin' verses
Major wordsmiths workin' bars and table service
Flow so crazy but never
punching your hand
No 360 deals I'm not nathanial goddamn
Not trynna be saved by a fucking hashtag
This beat hard but don't abuse it
Let's get stupid
studied rap albums, that’s all I’ve done
Now I produce and rap, proving I ain’t dumb
But I do it to show the show the world it ain’t impossible
For a rapper
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
gonna do when it comes to music
It is therapeutic you ain't a Fallen Angle, but you left me By Myself
Man, I miss you bro
Think about you everyday bro
I
rest, the music will move from this world to the next
Where the beat goes on in a timeless song that’s sung by everyone... to the rhythm of life
Outro:
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
to listen
And when I think about the days, fam
I need to bill it
Cah that's where I met Bills
And stared evil twinnin'
And that was 016, music's all I want
profile
I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile
Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down
to that
I don't gotta take cover
To cover up my tracks
I remember when the music
Made the people laugh
Now it's my music being played when everyone reacts
I
Mass hypnosis
You cannot control this
I know every motherfucker who been talking shit
They been asking 'bout my music
Asking about "your next single,
of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish your memories and your music. sales
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
coming home, but until then
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Words and music by jimmy webb
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
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