Lyrics:
eighty, then look back like
"Goddamn, I really done gave 'em my life"
If I save just one life with this verse, then it's worth it
If this is your future,
the fish scale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody
son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met
for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life
What else these
mean I'm just tryin' to find a cudi buddy, but not doin' this just so I can try to slide in
Your body's bangin' harder than the rock that hit Able, out
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
my struggle my dream is to the be on
The top from the pot don't stop dot your legend brother
Heaven is straight never verse is crazy explaining
You've been infected by parasites
This hell is your paradise
Ruining your parents life
Infected by parasites
Your mind and brain are no longer your
they just don't fit
You couldn't spit the *** that I spit 'cause I'm the ***
And this is it, legit, let's split the chips
And fix and move the work
the Beamer sweaters
The ones who have paid with they life
I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight
Better than before, rough, rugged
shit on
Make your own mixtape let's get that shit
Y'all don't know me, this shit parasocial
Activities don't feel normal
Maybe I need therapy feel
a ghost out no heaven
Taking my pain to expose as a message
No matter how life is still go out and get it
What's in my pockets they curious
Need that
And you will find this out if you watch
The flow of your thoughts
And it is from this connecting of thoughts
That we get the sensation that behind our
how it is
Wherever I go, I still ride with my stick
Testing your loyalty, I’m playing a quiz
Don’t put me in beef, Your pussy smell like some fish
If
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
your muscle, educate your brain
Stickin' my arms through the bars
Of the hand held
Mary one maid, muthafucka, jailbreak
Hell is other people
And heaven
we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
Word motherfuckin' life
Fuck this nigga think?
[Chorus]
Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight
up your sleeves, I'll do the shufflin'
(We gotta baaaahaaahaaaaaaa)
When this is over chicken
Promise me some brain
And I'm looking forward to
That
it in drive
Dead but I’m Having the time of my life
Yea
Want all of my niggas revived
Yea
Pictures I’m painting it vividly negative energy curving your
a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken
Colder than the streets life ain’t sweet this ain’t canderel
I’m way too real for all that fake shit
Send your ass to heaven that’s a face lift
Tried
Some people are just out there in life
And their job is just to be there in your life
Not everyone has a purpose in your life
Not everyone is gonna
let ya bitch drive the boat, she go both ways
This that spot life, I'm talking yacht life
I'm talking roof top parties rocking off white
Vaccinated
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