lirik lagu a kid called danger - obama fashion show (feat. dj afar)
[intro: dj afar (cuts)]
(that’s right. you all look great
good evening everybody
any way. here we are.)
[verse 1]
am i wrong? cause i wanna get it on till i die
am i wrong? cause i wanna get it on till i die
am i wrong? cause i wanna get it on till i die
am i wrong? cause i wanna get it on till i die
once upon a time
there was a kid called, danger
he plotted revolution
while y’all were
chasing paper
and dressing cute
and shooting
your friends
and snitching later
and
making up songs about it
while they play us
once upon a time
there was a kid called, danger
he plotted revolution
while y’all were
chasing paper
and dressing cute
and shooting
your friends
and snitching later
and
making up songs about it
while they play us
i heard they’re shooting
n~ggas
outside
i’m finna stay home
and say rhymes
to the microphone
ion know
why they hate us yo
your guess
is good as mine
my dad
told me to get the paper tho
that’s what i’m on
my moms
told me shine
my twin told me grow
make sure
you k!ll em all
don’t sleep
until
they’re woke
i wrote
a thousand rhymes
i choked
a million rappers
at least a hundred times
their lives don’t matter
their bars
ain’t even fly
chitterlings
on a platter
sellouts
in a disguise
i laugh
when they blabber
you never
shot a cop
don’t pretend that you’re a thug
you’re a slave
afraid of master
once upon a time
there was a kid called, danger
he plotted revolution
while y’all were
chasing paper
and dressing cute
and shooting
your friends
and snitching later
and
making up songs about it
while they play us
once upon a time
there was a kid called, danger
he plotted revolution
while y’all were
chasing paper
and dressing cute
and shooting
your friends
and snitching later
and
making up songs about it
while they play us
[verse 2]
they used to call me
danger
in the cypher
all day
pack a lunch
it’s finna be
a rough
evening 4 you
k!ll your favorite mc
off a dutch
and
one cup
of riesling
keep it a buck
like a bodega
shot of ginseng
i wrote this
while i was eating your food
i’m more
deeper than y’all
drowsy as f~ck
i’m up
keeping it true
it’s not a secret
i’ll explain the whole
meaning to you
i’m nice
it’s not luck
i’m asi~at~tic
and
i
will
not
lose
i been black
years
never l!cked the mans boots
or sold out my brothers
in the booth
i heard you
teaching
white supremacy
to the youth
through my
own two
ear b~lls
y’all are all
goofy
m~th~f~ckas
tryn to get the bag
i’m trying to
get loose
live free
enlighten
the next man
to make moves
and then
avenge me
it was god’s plan
on a calm groove
now pass
the hennessy
am i wrong
cause i wanna get it on
till i die
am i strange
cause i wanna see
us all
getting by
am i lost
cause i wander
every road that i find
word is bond
i just wanna
get it on
till i die
[dj afar (cuts)]
(word is bond. i just wanna get it on till i die.)
[verse 3]
ayo, once upon a time
there was kid called
f~ck no
i won’t rot
up in your jail
no matter what yo
my tribe
ain’t raise me to fail
i keep it cut throat
never ran
and
i never will
never stop dreaming
never
ever
doubt the power
love holds
keep it real
even if
it means cheating
don’t stop
believing
don’t tolerate
intolerance
love is the law
you’re a m~th~rf~ckin star!
yo, once upon a time
there was a kid called danger
he plotted revolution
while y’all
we’re chasing paper
and dressing cute
and shooting your friends
and snitching later
and making up songs
about it
while they play us
am i wrong cause i wanna get it on till i die?!
am i wrong cause i wanna get it on till i die?!
am i wrong cause i wanna get it on till i die?!
am i wrong cause i wanna get it on till i die?!
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