KRS-One – Freedom Lyrics



[Intro: KRS-One]
Feel this, a new experience
And your approach to the lyrics
To the beats and the rhymes
KRS

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
After 19 years of rocking, how do you rank me?
Poorly or greatly? I’m no Johnny-Come-Lately
It’s the people that pays me
G-O-D is what raised me
To think that you could blaze me, you must be more than crazy
Radio is Fugazi, XM satellite plays me
Criticism don’t faze me, being rich don’t amaze me
These princely rappers, they gettin’ parked like Paisley
I’m two times the effects like Scoop and Crazy Drazy
I know that no man out there could save me
So I save myself with knowledge of self and [?] that God gave me
No coulda shoulda or maybe
I’m in 2024 with the adult version of your baby
The path of life is so wavy, you can not be lazy
Or mindless like a ship sailing eternal gravy
Through hip-hop we speak so plainly
So let’s unite and sail through life as a navy

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
All these people looking at me
Walking with me, staring at me
This is how we work, flash film glaring at me
Little children very happy, I’m signing books CDs
Now I’m signing t-shirts, and yeah my hair stay nappy
Living giving advice on living your life
Oh no, you don’t have to be stopped
I’m talking walking working
Inserting energy for certain, not an average person
Temple of hip-hop to hold the over boulder
Money folder for soldier, big up Tony Toker
I don’t bridge or poker, not a sauna soaker but come on over
Let’s make a plan to get free as we can
Cruisin’ the span of this land [?] in a new range rover
Get out the city my friend, they have no pity my friend
The way we treat each other is silly, my friend
When you consider the millions of men and women and children
We gotta raise the quality of living

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 3: Ishues]
Music don’t make me, I make it then make it
Make sense, don’t it?
And if it don’t, you should spend some more contemplation on it
Moments of time spent honing my rhymes
Sent from only the divine, my purpose is mine
And mine alone to define despite your prospective vision
Or skeptic criticism or messed-up definition
I’m a servant of God, don’t ever mistake it
And your fate for all that faking, you can never escape it
I’m faceless and raceless, my message is ageless
I’m within all faces the same like with hatred
The Matrix was fake but how they make it so tight?
It’s a Mahalia Jackson, imitations of life

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)



Brother Ali – Pen To Paper



[Verse 1]
Put pen to paper the first time when I was barely eight or
Maybe nine that was the late eighties, Reagan time
Put in the freshest tape rewind, wait, let me take my time
The entire landscape of that blank page was mine
Created space to climb inside, escape the crazy times
Reshape the climate, break it down, that was my frame of mind
Thank the divine great designing this as my sacred shrine
I made myself a place to shine, wait, let me spray this rhyme
When I was thirteen I met KRS, he put me on the stage
Suggested I read up on Malcolm X, y’all know the rest
So much pushing down on my chest
Both my folks got laid to rest
Loved ones wishing me all the best
I’m a ball of stress, yet I digress
I’ve spent my every hopeless dream and my unspoken secret
You hear it floating through your speakers in my old releases
My fanbase began to grow beneath & crowd around me
I never tiptoed ’round here shy I spit it loud and proudly
The U.S. government profiled me and the sponsors dropped me
Some of my listeners felt away so they no longer got me
I knew that telling that truth is costly no one alive can stop me
I rolled that flag out on the ground and prostrated my body
This is more than music to me, this is ancestors
Speaking through me at the tomb of Rumi
My mic’s a rifle I’m honor bound to fire my weapon truly
Whether they jeer me, cheer me, boo, salute me or just shoot me
Let it be known, my whole life I break that cycle set it in stone
I’d still rather be known as a man that stand on my own
Rather than beg at a throne cold
You know I honor my own code that go down to the bone
We just want to get it on shooting at the devil
With a megaphone till we dead and gone

Enough – Flume feat. Pusha T lyrics

Lyrics Flume – Enough

Yeah, King Push
I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like
What a brick weigh, what your b*tch like
Ace bottles and late models
Niggas happy with the base model
Fashion god from fake model
They follow
I’m the culture, KRS in the roadster
Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I’m the joker
My b*tch got the poker face, she a soldier
Might let you f*ck just so she can show me the safe.(enough)

Yeah, I did live through drug wars
Open suicide doors
f*ck the b*tch on mink floors but it ain’t enough
Yeah, seen the war on these tours
Porsche paying ’till I bought
Yeah, I partied off shores but it ain’t enough.

Motivate or I can be a menace
You got two choices
I got one chopper, I’m hearing voices
I’m seeing visions
These Rolls Royces in arms reach, I come creep
These snakes are poisonous
Oyster perpetual lifestyle
Look at the watch on me right now
Bezel blinding like a bright cloud
It’s a drug dealer’s dream
Everything that I say is everything that I mean
Let’s weigh it up.

Check, kilogram on the neck
Money, power, respect
Real shooter’s on deck, but it ain’t enough
Yes man I just got the text
She’s just waiting, undressed
Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain’t enough
Everybody get the tech versuri-lyrics.info
All you niggas hit the deck
b*tches think he got next, but it ain’t enouugh
Haters still wanna test, but I just say “f*ck the rest”
Always gave her my best, but it ain’t enoughhh.
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