) Is it true you murdering tracks without cussin'? (Yeah boii) Everywhere the kid goin' it startin' ruckus (Yeah boii) Ain't chu like something the kid, Jay
You ain't tight with your friends, they snake you now your life's boring Prick had a dream about being a star, did a little video, rented a car Holding a cigar thinkin jay
league As Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe The name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ Or say he ripped that Biggie verse, or that Jay-Z
motherf***in' drug addict Like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when You start to stare at Who's in the mirror And see yourself As a kid again
we adapt and get TRL votes when 13 year olds control the remote and Ashley's got a brand new nose we gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables [Jay
When we were young the future was so bright (Whao) The old neighborhood was so alive (Whao) And every kid on the whole damn street (Whao) Was gonna make
[Jay Electronica] One two, one two uh, yeah I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it's a feeling they'll never know I pack up
silence the lambs To Nice and Smooth, silence the lambs To my peeps Black Sheep, silence the lambs To my man Chi-Ali, silence the lambs To my man Jazzy Jay
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
world. [Chorus - Royce] B3 go "Hard hard hard" Nickel Nine go "Hard hard hard" Kid Vishis go "Hard hard hard" Nigga we so "Hard hard hard" [Verse 2 - Kid
soul Layla play something on the keys -- Eli play something on the keys (piano) That's right We gonna bring it from the soul Ricky Bobby Whooooooo Kid! [DJ Whoo Kid
Uh huh uh huh, TrackMasters Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate From state to state, it's Noreaga the great I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz,
Norrin Radd Most of these new rappers suck but most of them they aren't bad Madchild like Kid Cudi, he is hella cool I like Jay Electronica, Blue, and
James Bond **** 007 style, love to get some straight convicts Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone Told her to kiss little Jay
what I gave ya Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature With, the images that I hold in my head I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all
them pots is hot You let it cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need, I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimpin' all over
you need, hit me, I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I. Earvin Johnson, gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay *** sold money for satisfaction I been
ito Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's brother jay