Lyrics:
By The Eastern Sword, Northern Famine, Carried By Darkness But Slave To The Scales, A New Truth Of Southern Pale
And The Rythm Of War, Shall Enchant
holding wisdom
Driven by the rhythm
Brought the truth
Cold whispers
Go get'em
Soul system
The flow so different
And now we at lift off
Tap in and catch
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
Freak out
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the rhyme
Come on along and have a real good time
The pc-screen is all that you ever had!
You are an MC-guy, you have a Harley Davidson
You´d like to show that you're a masterman
Real Rock'n'Roll
(ooh, let
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
Press his luck
I'm sure to pluck any chicken with
A rhythm I could fuck i tell 'em call me up
Like is it on or what?
Can I cut 'til dawn, or what?
A slut
a fulfilled life
We said
We said
We said
We said
But who knew
Who knew
Who knew
Who knew
By the time I left her place, yeah
It was real loves due
Didn't see
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back
And if it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny
But to me it's kinda
hips
Rythm from our chest
We can beat this beast
Music in our blood like a disease
The ghoul narrows in
Threatened by our pulse
Hips circle in real
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
ass rappers should
Get smacked for your flow
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still
love
Real love
We fall into each other's arms
Awakened by a soft alarm
With the light of a new day
We're just two lovers having fun
Hiding from
was real with no new people I met
The bedroom office made it easy
To just blame circumstance
We all asked when it would end
I wasn't worried bout it
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us
You make me new
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
the pick of the litter
Shit I deliver bars like state prison
Straight rhythm who next to play victim
Real ones in the building
Fake ones in the cut
Gotta
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
'cause them niggas on the
East is the enemy it's real
Ayo God, the heads is trippin'
Out in New York, b
(Oh fuck that b) fuck that yo!
(Fuck that) money
name, amen)
Alright now, remember this day
The start of a new life, your real life
should respect it, select it
I'm never ever wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New
Who's kicking it
Killing it
Ripping it
Chill with it
Real with it
I'm real witty
It's ill spitting
Not Ill Will
Or Mike Will
But Mike will make it
Aw
At night when ever
I light a fire
It just shines bright
They like my rythm type
Despite some ups and downs
Be right come along
Sit tight remember
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