If I upset you, don't stress. Never forget That God isn't finished with me yet. I feel His hand on my brain... When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do His thang.
Of course I'm funky like fat people having intercourse. Basically, the funk is stuck in your teeth...so get the dental floss.
Even through the unseen, I know that God watches, From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us.
I believe in heaven more than hell, lessons more than jail. In the ghetto, let love prevail with a story to tell. My eyes see the glory, and well, The world waiting for me to yell, "I Have A Dream!"
I'm living three dreams: Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's. Cause we can't get along, no resolution? 'Til we drown all these haters... Rest in peace to Whitney Houston
I have a dream: One day we will get to the promised land. Then the president will be me, The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli...that's it! All wackness is now banned.
What's the basis when rappers don't know the basics? Still not takin' advice from those I wouldn't trade places with.
Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.
Question: Why is that MC's be wack And major labels wanna sign that crap? A-yo...funk that!
I can't relate to livin' less than great.
Funny how things change when you got a liquor in ya: You're quicker with the tongue, givin' me rhythm now. Block the music and the people out to admire the love, The nerve of us...impervious to the entire club. And like marijuana shotguns, let's blow this joint, It's pointless to stay here, so let me anoint.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is; No love for them other crews and rival kids. All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is, And if they don't? They need to buy a watch, word up.
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.
I got a ill gift, I'm real swift They be like, 'Damn, he's still rich.' When I send my Men in Black, Listen, none of them niggas named Will Smith.
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.
It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.
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.
It's ninety-six degrees in the shade... Before I catch blood on my blade.
Keep my planets in orbit, Never forfeit or quit, Move forward... I talk with the awkward slang, I walk with the Wu-Tang.
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up... Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up.
You know the wisdom is reflected in the knowledge when it's manifested; If not fed in due time, the mind is anorexic.
Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted, Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets. Where were you the day hip-hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
So lovers of life, don't keep your hopes up high. Why? Cause it's just a matter of time before it's your turn to die. But until then, when you stop breathin', It's time to stand up and fight for what you believe in!
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