Burn, Hollywood, burn, I smell a riot goin' on, First they're guilty, now they're gone!
Nowadays, the game is all bugged out, Phony, like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out.
If you love someone, you should say it often, You never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin. Wake up, it's important that you know that No one on Earth is promised tomorrow.
I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes... Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoons.
I drop styles on ears...the public bite 'em. Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em. They say, "Yo Keith! You're Kool, you usin' big words!" I went to college, I'm even more stupid, herb.
Ooh! Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake 'em. I ain't got none, but I'm planning on growing some. Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb... Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones.
They claim we're products from the bottom of Hell, But the black is back, and it's bound to sell. Picture us coolin' out on the Fourth of July... And if you heard we were celebratin', that's a worldwide lie.
I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.
I'm expressin' with my full capabilities, And now I'm livin in correctional facilities. Cause some don't agree with how I do this, I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist.
I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak, Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my Jeep.
Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink, you could get tooken, And now you're understanding the definition of 'Crooklyn.' Pigs on parade, but bacon fryin' and cookin', Cause kids' tired of dyin' and walkin' round like they shooken.
We fight every night, now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer And wake up to be greeted by an argument again You act like you're ten So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure And keep lookin' at the front door.
I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust, Then give you a $80 gift certificate to Pussies "Я" Us.
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.
I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts, Say a hundred rhymes, and not sound like you once.
In this life ain't no happy endings; Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance.
Music just ain't what it used to; We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to.
You've got to realize that the world's a test, You can only do your best and let Him do the rest. You've got your life, and got your health, So quit procrastinating and push it yourself.
If rhyme is a crime, my mic is my co-defendant.
I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners, Cried for my lunch, and sleep for dinner.
For underground metaphors, you can scrape an inch below the turf. For what it's worth, my style's been developed in the core of the Earth. The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic.
It's ninety-six degrees in the shade... Before I catch blood on my blade.
On the square...I'm not riffin' like Andy Griffith, Just fed up, goin' head up, with competition.
Bass! How low can you go? Death row...what a brother know. Once again, back is the incredible, The rhyme animal, the uncannable "D!" Public Enemy Number One. Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb. Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun.
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