, pedigree's incredibly Movin' steadily, thoroughly Clippin' you somethin' terribly Keith Nut, one of the last to go One of the last to flow One of the last
So this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P I spent slowly and Sauncerea would dance for me With a body flowing slow like a smooth poet It tosses gave
Last Saturday I stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home
my last jam was so violent It's simple, Cypress Hill will teach reality No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like my weed is free So now you know, a poet
[Kurupt] Vern so crooked (crooked) The Poet likes to spit (spit)(my nigga) Kareem, that's my dogg Life, behind the walls Livin' life, behind the walls
soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last,
poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire the most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last
You can count on a number of things Like tomorrow the sun's gonna shine There'll be flowers in spring time Poets will make rhymes Couples in moonlight
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the
[x2] Michael Knight, Scoo do do do do do [Verse 3:] Definitely dress down, and everybody here know it, Yo, A snow white aston on a ground with a poet
.] Index that, I drink a Becks black I, am, superthug y'all know it (Know it) I, am, young spic black poet Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
rock on more wax than Verve I'm in a class of my own And still throw the great curve The great curves of a poet Is to run short on ideas Works twice
the cobra pen I gotta give a shout-out to my brother Orco "the psychotic" alien Who stamped our preformance, who speaks like reverent poets Opposin'
ya React like a cat when he arches back Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last poet's told
nine soldiers With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant Their nine's loaded, they put a gat to the back of the blind poet I want to
give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive
was part of my dream ? late on me, fuck ya, so we fuck ya, we don?t love ya ? patron at 4 am, fuck the last call The way your heard of that, the way
, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo Scooping