So it was Jeremy in 1983 In his Ocean Pacific tee Who got a bloody knee On his skateboard in the half pipe In the backyard that Tuesday night And I'm
Lord A lifetime ago? Am I just now repayin' A debt that I owe? Justice, sweet justice You travel so slow But you can't change My love for the rose
go In the middle of a fight, I'm so cool Everybody want it hot, I go through All of this half of which woulda broke you Came out smelling like a rose
bottles of the Grand Ma yeah couple bottles of the Yac, bottles of the Rose throw another couple shots back throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K
And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat The curtain closes, they're throwing roses
us out caz this is hip hop baby I'm gonna take you to the tip top baby pharell lady your like what da f**k the is the whether my name crossed my rose
out, man I break out Man I mess out, take the gas out Take the K out, I'm gone take off on the haters Talking down on me, but I rose up like elevators
ya do that there and they be like How ya do that? How you do that there? Chevy ridin' high, 24's still wet Dis a diamond chain, baby, no golds on da neck, I rose
They say "Skepta, you must get loads of girls" the music's picked up now tell em like J2k, nahh, it's all switched up now she thinks that if she talks
the courthouse steps Billy said "My friend you're a dead man." One late summer night Le stood watch along the waterside Billy stood in the shadows His k
strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block [Z-Ro] I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day E.B.K
(Intro - Mikey & Chuck) I-I'm callin' tellin' y'all how I did it like Derek Rose. It's no sweat. Nigga, hang my coat up in the coat check. The pinewood
club, plus she love Mos and Wu [Ghostface Killah] Ass wide and fat, breasts mad, hair wrapped Wilma style, chunky, that's how I like my batch You a rose
dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement
fell where the jackals be God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P. "Am I a good man
with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball
Acting like a bitch, is you a man or a chump? Many niggas stood in the quicksand and they sunk Nikki Bonds, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest Masada rose be
We flow like water 'cross the lost city Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti In continents, trade off for payoff And high concepts then lost to K