Texty:
Last Years Youth Don T Take No Shit

Person Ive Become, That So Called Perfect Image That U, See On Ur Tv Screen, That Just Got Hits The Real Tee, That Messed Up B**** You Don't See,

ain't shit, I'm just a hood, yo I change my life, make my wife and get the chance for the pain And physical abuse, give her back her best years Grab

Couldn't stop myself from fallin', I'm all in Shit's gettin' sleazy, believe me Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy 'Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought I didn't

for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait

stinga from the slums From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue Verse Three: Rubbabandz Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year

last for years Outshinin' them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year

minded you you you y?all don?t be blinded Me I got no jewels on my neck, why ? I don?t need ?em I got your respect KRS 1 20 years I rock I do it for

to either rock the box or suction Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive: "Don't be Microsoft

soldier Can't let em go home till I win 'em over My youth was training, its very clear Every year, new city, new rules to play with (true shit) New kid