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a small town bro
That's bound to go pro
"He gets free, turn on the jumper, good!"
"Streak of lightning when he breaks loose..."
"We all felt in our
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something
the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast,
twilight and I stood in a greyish haze of the vast empty building
When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All the things of this world it said
day
They had their fun
They stuck to you like sex and bubblegum
And then a news flash out of the blue
Drags you through the mud and walks all over
Atlanta bound, homebase, 2 over
We give chase back to the beats
Passin' by the police in the streets
Georgia on my mind
All the peaches to nibble
clowns is really fucking up
Ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya
Tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket
Now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code:
So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all
just all he know
He don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in
he probably just couldn't
Let me sneak into your life, like a thief in the night
Lick your body all over and squeeze you real tight
Nibble all over
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
a new apartment and so is my friend and all of her stuff was in my room but a bunch of our mutual friends also lived in the apartment and I was seeing my
in town
If you need another boy, a trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around
Ritz gave him the eye, once over then he smiled
Yeah,
the enemy
Third eye wide open its not what it seems
I know imma get it just by any means
its now live alone in my empty palace
Crutching over got stomach
a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were
Let go, it's over
Chances ran out along the line
Let go forever
The love that we shared had faded in time
Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah
Come
Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing
the truckers used ta stop on their way to Dees Moins
There was signs all over them windowsills
Like "If the Devil don't get ya, then Roosevelt will"
And "The
the world is yours
Might not exist very soon
Free the prisoners by enlightening the room
Pass around the chalice it destroys all the malice
Results yield
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
good in crowds
I'm what the devil found
From the brown side of town
The type to think out loud
I don't feel good right now
Look at my bank account
I
apartment
I don't go out until the sun is gone
Born to hide in this city
I sleep walk on the walls
Counting stars all over town
Always up, insomnia
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground,
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
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