Lyrics:
KRS-One, here's "My Philosophy"
Settin it off, with my monopoly
If it ain't over, it's about to be
and it damn sure ain't nuttin stoppin me
Sangalo,
rocks
Just like you too
No I'm not the rock band
That got my name
Might sue
I'm like Coca Cola
You more like Mountain Dew
Your wife said you never do it
Rock out that bitch with my brudda
She don't wanna give me lovin'
Fuck it we ball we stuffin
Pockets they fat like a pooh
Shout out that bitch
guy
Mogwai, dont feed us after midnight
Im sipping syrup with this Mountain Dew that's what I call balance dude
Rodney Mullen moves with a mullet
Well the mountain lion stalks its prey for even yet another day
the forest it is damp with dew
unspoiled by the rich mans abuse
the rivers they run
Court
Gone with the jokes
Got my hand on the dope
Duffle bag still tote
I'm a fool with the pole
Gone head with the show
Still kicking down doors
Give me
why you fuckin' with my bro
Yeah, there's six of you, and they all unfold
Six feet down, watch your body go cold
Why you talkin' all that shit?
Yeah,
nerdy
Ion sip clean I sip dirty
Sexy house with a mountain view
Pourin teck ina mountain dew
I cant see you I got perky view
High as fuck in the living
Tellin sucker MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you
that's a Charlie attack
I knew there was something by the way trees were talking
And these spark plugs weren't fuckin sparkin
I left my Lay-Z-Boy in your
giving sight to the blind folk
Now I know how to
Walk by faith
With my eyes closed
And I know
What it feel like to have your Heart broke
Heart broken
I saw
of the plan
Bottles and models wit sand
Hell cats and Bentleys the plan
Dapper like Dan
Rocking VLone fuck a friend
Cuz I do it all by my lonely
Hungry
Frontin' not talking bout flips
Like me cause I am the shit
The uzi stay riding my hip
Writing this shit with no hook
Shootin' my shot like D Book
So shut
Uhh (what?)
Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh)
My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac)
And me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec,
out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red
bows, cause I’m the one that you chose
And now I’m clothed with your Spirit from the head to my toes
I would’ve despaired unless I’d believed that I’d
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
moment
Open my eyes to the morning shroud
Of the mountains covered with soft white clouds
Watch them disappear as the sun starts to rise
Lift my head up
every ghetto Step in the party solo and them chances are
I'm going to walk it out with your bitch
Grab my belt strap learn how I diddy bop
Call me
locked
Money put pussy to bed
Money put ice on the rock
Money it come and it go
Money won’t change me at all
Yeahhh
Four seasons with a bad bitch
Made sure
build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos
build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos
Ayy
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
And they want the tea on me, I swear these, nosy
Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon'
we sit here waiting for soldiers, while they head here Cybertron
(M3 News here with a massive update)
(We are joined here by the mysterious man
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