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KIDZ IN THE HALL lyrics : "Cruise Control"

Relax your mind let your conscience free
You're now rolling with your boy N-A-l-e-d, G-E
Bring good things to life

The flow won't leave no gashes, believe the hype
All skill all real
Lack will

Bust a rhyme
No slip with a star
By far with a cause with a broad, that is certified slaws

Sickly
Haters point it out but I let their words miss me
Mad can't stand the rain sorta like Missy

Naledge in the club getting tipsy for real
Posted up taking big shots like Shaquille
Social butterfly, y'all be the caterpillars

(*##$ made, staying on point like a switch blade
Balling on a budget foam ball and a milk crate
Y'all ain't %#@! to me

Like Magic, y'all ain't sick to me

[Chorus]


Rock and roll and roll and rock
Real hip hop don't ever stop

Rock and roll and roll and rock
Verse 2 about to drop
Kick off your shoes and relax your feet

And party on down to the Double OV
Got the heart of the street and the eyes of the ghetto
With the brains of a nerd so insane with the words

Got to drive and I'm driven at the same time
Write a song a day never hear the same line
Remain on the same grind, dodge pettiness

Flow picturesque when I put that pen to that papyrus
Southside scribe
Read it for the village

Loved in the Mecca but I never made a pillage
Water my own grass, it's greener on my side
Now the leeches asking can a brother ride.


[Chorus]


College bred rap star
Walking contradiction
Judge the position, black middle class

And son in two positions
Still hungry ^!$$%z heavy in the D like they was playing for the Pistons
Unpopular, popular kid in the cipher, they didn't really want to hear what I was kicking

Now I'm shaking up the world sorta like I hit Son Liston
Son listen, what I'm cooking in the kitchen
Food for thought, you've been caught

Ultra magnetic wads from pathetic energy kinetic
Searching for love, found it in a pen and a pad
I don't need a platinum chain, or Benz or a Jag

Only thing I'm really turning down is my collar
Why can't fame with your scholar
I want to see millions

But I rather see millions of black educated children

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