Lyrics:
Kris Kross
Faded making me jump
Beat kinda heart beat
Lowkey a drunk / drum
Lean inna party bro finna slump
Don’t get me started
Cause I get the flow I
bitches jump in like kris kross
Two way streets is gettin’ narrower and narrower
And now i see how the differences start to addin’ up
Subtract all beef
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
Cause that's just what KR collects
See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have
bricks talk
Run when that Jack Daniels cap twist-off
'Cause fuckin' with that J.D., I put you in a Kris Kross
Fuck a list, I'm a Sith Lord
The West
COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
clear like vinegar
Kris is the hood of America, I stay ahead of ya
What I spit will better ya, retire? Me? No, never, nah
Way too clever for cats
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those that wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
confidence, 'cause you dwell on surface knowledge
Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you'll learn
Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in
on a prick
And make his chick watch while I strip him
And send him home with his
Clothes back to front
Something like Kris Kross!
I do my ting do yours
True
off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris
off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris
off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my
of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said, I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes
they don't watch their back
Told my mama, "Ain't no way I'm going sad!"
Bout to give you a thriller, no Mike Jack
Flow hitting too hard, get an ice pack
time for another one
Yeah, haha
I'm Snoop Dogg-Dogg
And my rhyme-rhyme-rhymes are fresh
I'm Snoop Dogg-Dogg
And my rhyme-rhyme-rhymes are fresh
crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs
Spittin', all we saw was stacks of rhymes written, elite
Way too
through the pain
Like Cain living in shame
Bullet kissing the brain
Wishing your young again
Sail away to a better time
Passing you by
Clear in your mind
(I'm tone deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)
I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop
but don't know what to say
So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way
I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will only make a real
So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way
I always call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will only make a real woman turn away
Unless
out
By paint after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility
Creativity
Positivity, productivity, sensibility
To a wide vicinity, engulfin your
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
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