Lyrics:
Chelou pour toi, si tu touches un gars d'chez moi
K-E-R-C, je pe-ra pour percer
Je sais comment stopper ta vie et c'est pas en visant les dorsaux
[ INTRO: KRS-One ]
Come now
Yes
Now everyone comes in and says that they are
The lyrical champion
But of course there is only a few
That can really
in the house
Beatnuts are the best
You know we're in the house
Kool Ass Fash, is in the house
Third of the trio, is in the house
And I'm about to flow,
G C
By still waters I lay down with the lambs
G D
In pastures green I made peace with my soul
C G
wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm
est mort d'une glissade
Et qui r'garde son troupeau
Bouffer la soupe froide
Et ça fait des grands flchss-flchss
Et ça fait des grands flchss-flchss
on a Dallas run
Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me
to really make a catch
Well, finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton
I wrote a letter on a nothing day
I asked somebody "Could you send my letter away?"
"You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one
est mort d'une glissade
Et qui r'garde son troupeau
Bouffer la soupe froide
Et ça fait des grands flchss-flchss
Et ça fait des grands flchss-flchss
on the inside
As you'd expect, we come correct
While others just run and hide
Full ride, we work it on the inside
As you'd expect we come correct, uhh
I
Never gonna fall in love again
Baby
Baby
Never gonna fall in love
You said you'd never ever try to break my heart
You told a lie, you tore
No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops
Roll over, sit up and beg
Well I'd much rather lie down and play dead
Here comes another
(divine?)
Are you strung out on some face?
Well I know it ain't mine
If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will,
And I'd knock you back with
on a Dallas run
Yeah I am headin' for big D and I know that's place for me to really make a catch
Well finally I'm a gettin' my class out of this cotton patch
Exchange your troubles for some love
Wherever you are
Let me take you far away
You'd like a holiday
Longing for the sun, you will come
To the island
your troubles for some love
Wherever you are
Let me take you far away
You'd like a holiday
Longing for the sun you will come
To the island without name
on empty roads
I'd just like to believe
All these desperate cries I hear
Are falling on a sympathetic ear
In world of illusions
All you're left
would be a present help.
(wait on Jesus)
You said that You'd never leave me nor forsake me,
Jesus, You told me You'd be right there.
Chorus
mon nom sur tout's les glaces
Et sur les ardois's des bistrots,
L'tabac do coin see'est mon palace
Où le soir je are'trouv' les poteaux.
{Refrain:}
I'm sending to you
I'm sure you're busy
I'd say that you're swamped
Lord knows it's a long row to hoe
But if I've done something
That has put you
Now if man had been born with six fingers on each hand
He'd also have twelve toes, or so the theory goes
Well, with twelve digits, I mean, fingers
poison
Help me please
Please give me a fucking excuse
I beg for just one reason to give you regret
Are you with me or are you on your own?
It's
+King+ was checked and Al +Sharpton+ the sword
"Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame"
"Fame is the measure"
"Rap celebs"
"The place where stars are
ayyy oo
M-U-R-DER
you are.
Girl you're murder
Boy you're murder
No no noooooooo
(Thara)
He's the reason that i'm in this place
that i swore i'd never
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