Kenson - Give Me Now lyrics

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Kenson - Give Me Now lyrics

[Verse1] Ooh I love that fantastic Automatic cla**ic one I attack it Cats is average, I'm so damn far past it Braggin' as a habit, bet I go Yeah I flow HAM with the bread and mayo Stay so intent, in deep with the pen Penpoint accuracy. 500 plus songs annually A vet I been Steady eye aim through the lens and targets decend Soul trying to find the heaven within My crown all gold, my sight is ultraviolet Insightful writin'. Speak life through verbal violence Clash with titans, walk away smilin' Balancing 5 titles a scepter and a triton Wise like demised Mayans. Soul flyin' Stop lyin' there's no buyin' Revivin' hip hop b**h! [Hook] Give me now give me now Give me give me now Satisfy my cravings - give me now Instant gratification - give me now Hurry up, I'm through waiting Give me now Everybody on that give me now (give me now) Everybody on that give me now H-h-h-hurry up and give me now [Verse2] Demand for E-Man the He-man to reprimand And punish fraudulent emcees for speakin' If he claim emcee but can't emcee... I'm bringing KRS-One with me Pity these little known amateur clones of radio Will I rip em? Will I rip em? Maybe so Shine like the sun with that daily glow A little hard to see though, like a baby ghost Me stay composed cause if I lose control, cataclysm I used to smoke like Rasta, still battle isms Built like a prism Heiroglyphics on my mother's womb From when she carried the pharaoh Kingship running throughout my bone marrow So I can't smoke cush because Kush is the land Every 420, son, gotta try my hand Nile river silt rich with the seasonal spill I overflow so the people can build You know the drill [Hook] [Verse3] And I'm drinking bottles full of alcoholic anesthetic Doling them dollars out the wallet, damn a credit And a medic, meticulous cuz I'm ridiculous But still spit sick as f**. You got the HIV or what? I've always been a nut. Since I was right about 11 Only thing I wanted in life was to get a nut All hail the lord. You better give it up While I pray to Yahweh... we of a different club We aren't the same thread plus it's a different cut I riggi-represent Berkeley like it isn't just A hippy town with folk music and no rappers Big high-school, big college and linebackers High taxes, high standards and life patterns Plenty high people, some chill weather that's what matters Rich neighborhoods, poor folks next to The Town Where it goes down, always hear that chrome sound [Hook]

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