God damn motherf*cker
I don't even need a reason just to jam motherf*cker
Comprehend motherf*cker
That I'll echo off the land 'til the world understand
Oh shit
How many swear words can I fit
In a bar 'til they all throw fits?
You got no sense and prolly no class
Shut me up
Impossible task
I'm a be a second
Smooth when I walk like erosion
PoorBoyLuke, I am sposed to be important
But listen to me
Instrumental
And sensual
With the rhythm intimacy
Everybody nod they head like they be benefitin off me
But we all broke (yeah)
Time to fix shit (yeah)
I gotta do it myself like a stick shift (woo)
Leave wit' a double peace sign like Nixon
There's all type of shit from the crews that I mix with
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
I jam like MJ in space
Nod yo motherf*ckin' head until your neck breaks
Bust a couple bars bitch
Now you need a neck break
Still second place that wasn't even my best day
Yo
Anyway, no rhyme or no reason
As long as the beat is breathing
I'm going to keep on speaking
If they open up they mind maybe they'll let the music leak in
I party every day but even harder on the weekends
Beatin the beat up like I'm a bully on the track
Fully equipped to take your shit and even fire back (but I doubt that)
One word one rhyme
One turn of events
Study the 16 lines
I be addin up the miles
Never lookin in the rear view
Oh you tryn to talk bitch
I can barely hear you
Sitting in the bleachers while I'm aimin at the end zone
Bitch wants to f*ck but I put her in the friend zone (ha)
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Hold up, wait a minute
I ain't done yet
Let me pull these bars out my head like a fun fact
Hit it intricately while I'm smokin' on the indica
I spit it violent-let-ly cuz I'm motherf*ckin sick of ya
I'm takin off in the game like a fuselage
Put a stamp on it like a homie paid the cover charge
If you official do that mean you authentic
And what's it really take to claim that you the baddest in my presence
Simple minded people spacin out like words in a sentence
But it don't matter like the different between catchup and ketchup
Bitch
I'm KRS with the lines on the real though
I'll send you copies of my beats
I'll bet you can't pretend to match the flow
Then you'll say that you was playin
Aw what happened though?
You was talkin' all that good shit a bit ago
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
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God damn motherf*cker
I don't even need a reason just to jam motherf*cker
Comprehend motherf*cker
That I'll echo off the land 'til the world understand
Oh shit
How many swear words can I fit
In a bar 'til they all throw fits?
You got no sense and prolly no class
Shut me up
Impossible task
I'm a be a second
Smooth when I walk like erosion
PoorBoyLuke, I am sposed to be important
But listen to me
Instrumental
And sensual
With the rhythm intimacy
Everybody nod they head like they be benefitin off me
But we all broke (yeah)
Time to fix shit (yeah)
I gotta do it myself like a stick shift (woo)
Leave wit' a double peace sign like Nixon
There's all type of shit from the crews that I mix with
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
I jam like MJ in space
Nod yo motherf*ckin' head until your neck breaks
Bust a couple bars bitch
Now you need a neck break
Still second place that wasn't even my best day
Yo
Anyway, no rhyme or no reason
As long as the beat is breathing
I'm going to keep on speaking
If they open up they mind maybe they'll let the music leak in
I party every day but even harder on the weekends
Beatin the beat up like I'm a bully on the track
Fully equipped to take your shit and even fire back (but I doubt that)
One word one rhyme
One turn of events
Study the 16 lines
I be addin up the miles
Never lookin in the rear view
Oh you tryn to talk bitch
I can barely hear you
Sitting in the bleachers while I'm aimin at the end zone
Bitch wants to f*ck but I put her in the friend zone (ha)
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Hold up, wait a minute
I ain't done yet
Let me pull these bars out my head like a fun fact
Hit it intricately while I'm smokin' on the indica
I spit it violent-let-ly cuz I'm motherf*ckin sick of ya
I'm takin off in the game like a fuselage
Put a stamp on it like a homie paid the cover charge
If you official do that mean you authentic
And what's it really take to claim that you the baddest in my presence
Simple minded people spacin out like words in a sentence
But it don't matter like the different between catchup and ketchup
Bitch
I'm KRS with the lines on the real though
I'll send you copies of my beats
I'll bet you can't pretend to match the flow
Then you'll say that you was playin
Aw what happened though?
You was talkin' all that good shit a bit ago
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
I don't even need a reason just to jam motherf*cker
Comprehend motherf*cker
That I'll echo off the land 'til the world understand
Oh shit
How many swear words can I fit
In a bar 'til they all throw fits?
You got no sense and prolly no class
Shut me up
Impossible task
I'm a be a second
Smooth when I walk like erosion
PoorBoyLuke, I am sposed to be important
But listen to me
Instrumental
And sensual
With the rhythm intimacy
Everybody nod they head like they be benefitin off me
But we all broke (yeah)
Time to fix shit (yeah)
I gotta do it myself like a stick shift (woo)
Leave wit' a double peace sign like Nixon
There's all type of shit from the crews that I mix with
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
I jam like MJ in space
Nod yo motherf*ckin' head until your neck breaks
Bust a couple bars bitch
Now you need a neck break
Still second place that wasn't even my best day
Yo
Anyway, no rhyme or no reason
As long as the beat is breathing
I'm going to keep on speaking
If they open up they mind maybe they'll let the music leak in
I party every day but even harder on the weekends
Beatin the beat up like I'm a bully on the track
Fully equipped to take your shit and even fire back (but I doubt that)
One word one rhyme
One turn of events
Study the 16 lines
I be addin up the miles
Never lookin in the rear view
Oh you tryn to talk bitch
I can barely hear you
Sitting in the bleachers while I'm aimin at the end zone
Bitch wants to f*ck but I put her in the friend zone (ha)
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Hold up, wait a minute
I ain't done yet
Let me pull these bars out my head like a fun fact
Hit it intricately while I'm smokin' on the indica
I spit it violent-let-ly cuz I'm motherf*ckin sick of ya
I'm takin off in the game like a fuselage
Put a stamp on it like a homie paid the cover charge
If you official do that mean you authentic
And what's it really take to claim that you the baddest in my presence
Simple minded people spacin out like words in a sentence
But it don't matter like the different between catchup and ketchup
Bitch
I'm KRS with the lines on the real though
I'll send you copies of my beats
I'll bet you can't pretend to match the flow
Then you'll say that you was playin
Aw what happened though?
You was talkin' all that good shit a bit ago
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Yo, no time for the fake shit
We ain't really tryin to sit in one place bitch
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
No time for the fake shit
Yeen got the same problems that we facin, yeah
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
So f*ck yall if you really wanna hate then
Writer: PoorBoyLuke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid