Lyrics:
know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell
Makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop shoop ba doop shoop ba doop
Shoop ba doop ba
Another best friend, somehow
Well, that high tide's risin'
Mama, don't you let me down
Pack up your suitcase
Mama, don't you make a sound
Now it's king
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
I know somewhere deep down inside
It's the pain that makes us strong
I could curse
I could shout
Take the easy way out
I forgive you
somehow I
will get you drilled
I still got wounds
That i can't close
I was living by the code
Somehow i still got exposed
If you with me
Let me know
Don't you
gonna make it, somehow
'Til I make it, somehow, 'til I make it
So I know I can't look back know
I gotta keep pressing on, 'til I make it, somehow
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
Infected by Queensbridge so I’m Chi-Town’s Nas
Illest rap niggas that’s leaning outta the speakerboxx
Underground Kings they dying my Bun B
And translated
tell
All the kings horses
And all the king's men
Had to find out Who, How, Why, and When
I do da Clarissa seems SO broken
By such a trivial minuscule
him
The crowds will bow down in obedience
Because his presence will start a movement
And it's reincarnation of the king
By his influence with complete
a ride
We can take it little by little
Go slow in the middle
But boy I'm gonna make you mine
You will love me little by little
Cuz I ain't no beginner
I'm too trill I don't need pill to catch this kill
What time it is? It's time to drill
You keep your steel or you gone die
Murder man look in my eyes
Try to shield them from my darkness
But maybe it's me in need of protection
Working on making dreams come true
Story book endings found I somehow always
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
mind to it and I make it amazing
You would think it would be getting hard to make phrases
But all of this work is somehow not phasing
I got stamina in
to us
And stay in power with trust
We gotta believe and not solve
By learning the truth
Not self-destruct and make excuses
So believe in the King
If you
hop gonna rock the spot
Gonna make everybody want to rock rock rock
Gonna do it to the East, want to do it to the West
Gonna make you relax right
the pillars of Islam,
Make the best rule, and fuck the rest who'll, it takes one drop of
Purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will be comprised
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
Don't got all day
Ya'll should get in line
Take it we make it
King of the court don't you fucking mistake it
I know that you hate it but you can't resist
somehow
Now don't you try and move me
You're just gonna lose
There's a crash on the levee
And mama, you've been refused
Well, it's sugar for sugar
I'ma worship The King, Jesus living in me
Some people really don't like it, but I don't care what they see
I don't care what they say, I ain't
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