Kidz In The Hall - Cruise Control lyrics

rate me

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

Bitch made, staying on point like a switch blade

Balling on a budget foam ball and a milk crate

Y'all ain't shit to me

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

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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.

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College bred rap star

Walking contradiction

Judge the position, black middle class

And son in two positions

Still hungry niggaz 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