Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label [KRS-One] Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski
, we found out she was your sis Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy Let us crack the freak, because we're your boys Tonight we're dropin by cause your
like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down
laughing at the irony of the pub where we'll dine on the hands that feed, and pay the check by need according to ability. Presumed dead by the Kings on
'til I'm blue in the face, the end of time If you was ever gon' bear witness to the child Then your ass probably would've been admitted by now [Chorus
Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down... [Canibus
me nigga end your sentence with sir Critics went beszerk they aint even heard my best work See I broke into the mind by Quietly goin by their eardrum
outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill
make you pay Authority is dead think for yourself Always getting hassled by the man in blue For looking different and not following the rules Always looked down upon by
mobbin on the killa route With the bads like pride gin n juice I'm split proof With the bulletproof and the gin n juice Still mash with the men in blue And stay strapped down
niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young They leave .em by their loved ones
ll, how ya doin'? whatcha doin'? hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on a cloud of dust came rollin' in blue
blue S2 In 2000 and 2, now what you gonna do know I'm tal'n bout [Hook] [Godfather] Know what I'm tal'n bout, loving Down South They dub like horses
she'd live with no arm that's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light Handcuffed
decoy Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy I fall down and get up like Don McClerken Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin Break it down
justice, law and order their first trick They practice so-called justice and soon they'll want our necks They think we are their scapegoats, they look down
Because we on the brink Or, should I say the edge Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue
gonna let this go so I'm singing fuck the po-po Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D. The long-arm of the law coming down on me Now I understand why