Lyrics:
Such a pleasure to come home
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
by Eve
Who in turn coaxed Adam to cover they know the deed
When the Gods seen this they were very displeased
With no execution committed
The first
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
I'm not a DJ's DJ
Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay)
I am your
are my people
You are my crew
Come with me
Pursue your dreams
I know what to do
You are my people
You are my crew
Come with me
Pursue your dreams
I know
Weapons in the hands of
Delinquents i also wrote a song
Called "Get Your Gunn"
The title is spelled with two
N's because the song was
A reaction
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
Dundee shit representin' the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
KRS-One is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
assume
When you hit your first neden
your homies was in the other room
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
repaid dawg
My shit can't be take by no fainted heart
If you're told not to do but you still got to do
Then you ran out your luck got backstabbed by your
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
then we can clearly see who they are
[ VERSE 2: Mos Def ]
Originality is now a yummy soundbite
Everything sounds aight but trite, but it don't sound
know what it do what it did
To be survived by his wife and four kids
The life I live over comin' up in the biz
My crew is ammunition knowin' that you put
didn't wish for anything?
Okay, but, everybody's so curious
Tell but lie
Thank you for including me in your thoughts
Your lives
Stay exactly
Can't afford to get dipped
Slip like a wet drip
cnd boom shakalaka
I'm always making drinks like ciya Napa
Michael dappa, cos you likkle man are funny
shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm
shouldn't have bit the next rapper
Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues
[Madlib]
Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase
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