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of seems I'm a little off bit Cause what I seen is the older I get I'm a never grow up still a little old kid And even when I'm old and I'm balding I
rings Fly from sure kings from Queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, Old English till I earl, growing
Goose both did their thing But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'s the king Cause he's adult entertainer Child educator Jam Master Jay king of the
can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
soul And I think I'm growing old [u) The Fletcher Memorial Home] [Paranoid Eyes / The Final Cut] [Jim Roberti:] The Fletcher Memorial, Home for Incurable Tyrants [Gary Wehrkamp:] And Kings
Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On [DADDY X] Oh no, here we go Kottonmouth Kings about to blow All because the way we roll That underground way
And I don?t sympathize, cause you a simple b***h I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h
grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
to rap tunes Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school I guess you could call it soul food Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to
Parks I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier while you represent bad niggaz like Denzel in Philadelphia I ruin more brothers with skills careers than Don King, yo yo B
llama I'm like an African king in a castle in Guana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer