5 Boroughs lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Bounty Killer, Buckshot, Cam'Ron, Keith Murray)
(from "The Corruptor" soundtrack)
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..
[KRS-One]
We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith [?], Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them
[Vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
[Buckshot]
Let's take a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the [?] and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie
[Keith Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
[Cam'Ron]
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
[Bounty Killer]
Uptown massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the [?] kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you [?] they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North [?] hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de [?] crew
And if da gal a bitch [?] the rainbow
[?]
[Killah Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin mad
WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!
[Prodigy]
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons with firearms
And we never use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get pissed at
[Redman]
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows
The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick City!!
[Reverand Run]
Aiyyo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group
(now speed it up)
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's just my colon
The five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets ho
50 More Years Of Hip Hop lyrics - KRS-One
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Another session, Learn the lesson
50 More years of Hip Hop
Bronx action, more action
Floor crackin, more passion
Feed my people that raw rappin'
House to House like I'm Door-Dashin'
Assassin, you askin', "Who is this?"
And I'm still laughin
Forward thinking, never backtracking
Boom-Bappin', Never rap lacking
Got my people all up in the place
Royalty, with a scar on they face
Chocolate rap, you can all get a taste
[?] We built this place
Vroom, Vroom, Vroom. Time for the chase
Chase down traitors invading the space
Keeping a [?] or an Ace in the hole when I throw in the bass
Race? No, you don't really want to race
Chase? No, you don't really want to chase
You don't want to see me when I come up in the place
Lyric after lyric in your mother fuckin' face
[?] scream out "What happened to his face?"
[?]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
That's what happen, when you spit your rap
And your skill are lacking and your beats are whack
And you meet the [?]
And your mouth is shut cause your eating a magnum!
50 more years of Hip Hop
Yeah, listen
All I do is spit raw
Stick around and you'll get more
This is what I spit for
That other shit I ignore
Show up at the spot, go off the top like a wig store
I give more, rappers looking puzzled like they Jigsaw
As you can see, we rising
Like from the 3rd floor to 6th floor
1520 Sedgwick Ave, come do a quick tour
Ven aqui, stop listening to Hip Hop cultures enemies
And go to the website, BirthplaceofHipHop.NYC
You know that this is where the truth at
Everybody that was "Old-School" was one time a "New-Jack"
So think about where you at
And the future look at you back
Are you going to be able to school cats or be where them fools at
I'm coming again with the Boom-Bap
Many just can't do that
So I bring my raps and effects when I'm swingin' on these New Jacks
All you hear is Boom, Crack
You still askin' "Who's that?"
Well it's the teacher, Newark New Jersey, that's where the School's at
Listen, they switching up your whole position
Popeyes went from eating spinach now to frying chicken
You better listen
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, the other shit's weird shit
This that original, foundation, old grey beard shit
Yeah, I see the ice, but where them vocals at
You see the double metaphors I express on these local cats
I bring the focus back
This shit here is hot
We spittin' after 50 years of Hip Hop
What we want?
50 More Years of Hip Hop
We reppin' every block, we are never gonna stop, We got
50 More Years of Hip Hop
Breakin', MCin', writin', beatboxin' DJin', We got
50 More Years of Hip Hop
The best and no less, relief the stress, and stay fresh, We doin'
50 More Years of Hip Hop
You see we all here, we goin' 50 more years
Beef lyrics - KRS-One
Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another Public Service Announcement
You can believe it or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let's be for real
You are what you eat is the way I feel
But, the Food and Drug Administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what's gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The FDA has America strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete
It's the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just blacks
But brown beef, for all American teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what's left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'
By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you'll consume, the FDA could care less (sic)
They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's
FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS
Break The Chain lyrics - KRS-One
Word!!! [echoes]
Uhhh! Uhh, uhh! Unh! (Awww yeah!)
Uhh, unh, uhh! Unh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uhh
(Yeah bring somethin in a little like that yo!)
Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]
[x4]
Yo, get with your culture it'll catapult ya
Ignorance is like a vulture and it will insult ya
My name is Krash, Joe Krash, Big Joe Krash
Built to last, education for mass
Never take a dive yo, strive for the livin
Today is a beginning, for you to start winning
You cannot walk around town like you a idiot
Livin it with some Boyz N Tha Hood is your affiliate
That's simply ignorant, really that's the enemy
Train your brain to attain your identity
Self construction not Self Destruction
if you're tryin to be a gangster, you're buggin
If you're not movin ahead yo, you're buggin
You gotta look at yourself, and try to change somethin, huh
So check the animation for the nation of the - money
My name is Krash, I'm way live and I'm also funny
This is the underground way to put knowledge in your brain
But first we gotta break the chain, c'mon
Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]
[x2]
Word! [echoes]
Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]
[x2]
Yo, I don't wanna be a dummy walkin round smellin funny
lookin bummy or crummy with no money (Go!!!)
But when I go to school the teacher ain't teachin
And when I go to church the preacher ain't preachin
Who they think they reachin, the old style is dead
Instead wake up the knowledge in your own head
With new ideas you got fewer fears
and with fewer fears, you can get paid in it for years
Yo, take a look around where you at
If you think it's wack, educate yourself and change that (wack!)
I'm fallin down and I can't get up I ain't buyin it
Change the way you think, you'll change your environment
We weren't always slaves or livin in caves
This is what we learned, so this is how we now behave
You can get new ideas by lookin ALL around
Read lips, and ask questions on what is goin down (yeah)
Break the chain that used to be on your foot
Now it's on your mind, behind your eyes
You can't vote, you can't see it, you can't believe it
I'm breakin the chain of ignorance, anything you can achieve it (yeah)
Open your eyes, realize I'm bein God
Enough of the lies, let's rise and
Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]
[x2]
Word!! [echoes]
Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]
[x2]
Bring It Back lyrics - KRS-One
(from "Rhyme & Reason" soundtrack)
Ha, hahaha!
[repeats in background]
("Bring it back, that old New York rap
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap")
The only reality
Is now...
Yo!
[Verse 1:]
I rock slow and easy like soul
The New York flow, is strictly for the pro
Hip-hop! Ladies and gents
So you can know, every word yo, of the sentence
Hey la, like De La, I got Common Sense
Save the compliments for after I commence
to evidence of MC's, rockin under false pretense
Yes they get burned like incense
Myrrh and frankencense, you know the consequence
When you rock with KRS and don't make sense
Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease
I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities
Agility's my credibility
Oratorical artillery in all facilities
It Takes a Village like Hillary
when killin me, KRS has wide range capabilities
On the microphone, in the combat zone
MC's get eaten like the ozone layer
Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher
But if I wanted your girl
You'd be Living Single like Latifah
Action Uptown like Monifah
I hit like a beeper, and hot like the bunny on Easter
Lyrically let me freak ya
With moves like Scoob and Scrap
Rock Stready, Stretch, Al and Kiko
I warm up any room like a heater
Bringin a New Balance to the speaker like a sneaker
Still a teacher, prove it, like medicine squared
This Garden of Eden, keeps the party movin
("Bring it back, that old New York rap
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture
I don't eat off old material like a vulture
Repeatin myself for wealth is bad for my health
Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric
From my inner spirit, then I share it with others
As they hear me, enhancin
East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters
Sons and daughters transcended all borders
I deal with mind expansion
Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and romancin
It's your life that you be chancin
Not that I wanna sound gloomy
But I don't rhyme about Judy Judy, cutie and shake your booty
When you gonna grow up and be GOD?
Instead of making a rap a full time job
Yeah, it's a job and not an art
They only rhyme to get money;
cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts
Rhymes, and cuts
Tight minds and not tight butts
Reach your goal, like a puck
I wish you good skill and not good luck
Cause only skills put you up out the gutter so I utter
("Bring it back, that old New York rap
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") [x2]
[Verse 3:]
That old New York flow means wrote for fun
And if the money come, THEN THE MONEY COME
But today and everyday, KRS speaks the truth
We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth
usin rap, to put clothes on they back
No culture, or disciplined, way to act
But soon yo, we'll take care of alla that
We're huntin fi de power help supress people tracks
That keep the culture intact, and soon you will see
In the black community, black unity
Not black nudity, after black puberty
For every crew to see, to breakin down the black community
The only one to blame is you and me
For not takin responsiblity for our artillery
Verbally, you heard of me, Knowledge Reigns Supreme
Over Nubians Everywhere, I kick it cause I care
The end isn't near, it's way over there
BLAOW! The only reality is now
But when I say bring back the old flava
That means bring back the ORIGINAL MC behavior
("Bring it back, that old New York rap
Bring it bring back, that old New York rap") [x2]
[Verse 4:]
Now I got to show you how the BX rocks
MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks
Body body rock body body rock
I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah
Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down
Who the hell is, pagin me at 5 o'clock in the mornin
Where you gonna be, because...
Fresh is the word, many money missin many
Jenifa, oh Jenny
We make up all these rhymes inside our head!
Yo, let's connect politic ditto
C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Last Emperor)
[KRS-One]
Yea yea yea yea yea!
KRS-One comin through, Big Zack, Last Emperor
WOOP WOOP! Ha hah, that's the sound of EMS
Ha hah, Last Emperor, KRS
Ha hah, Big Zack you know the rest
Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight all crew
LISTEN!!
[Zack de la Rocha]
This voice shatters the calm of the day, like an alarm
To wake up badder youth, and take up arms
Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war
Cause the toxic rock imports, gettin on your door
C.I.A. I see ya later, cause your time is comin soon
I flip the shit like, Pacino and it's your Dog Day Afternoon
Attica Attica, drug agents your bring your static-a
My alphabet will slash that neck and flip you, automatica
Dramatic, like Ali Shaheed Muhammed brought the vibe
I bring the sun at Red Dawn to pull the thoughts of Franz Fanon
So stand at attention, devil dirge
You never survive choosin sides against the wretched of the earth
The infiltrator, tribe intoxicator, people incarcerator
Liberation movement annihilator
We got you clocked pushin rocks and it fail
We got brothers troopin subways like the Ho Chi Manh trail
We got the truth data, Last Emperor, KRS and
history manifested, tomorrow next lesson
[Chorus: all together, with samples]
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
"You, claim, you claim, you, you claim, claim
You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]
[Zach] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
"So get that flashlight out of my face" - [Big L]
"You, you, you claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]
[KRS] The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack
[The Last Emperor]
As free market capitalism and technology expands
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland
So it takes bands to, demand the, government provide answers
when Lady Liberty has me Bewitched like Samantha
And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer
to all my Black Magic romancers and acid rain dancers
Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counterintelligence programs
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan (hah!)
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians
Now what the hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us
I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to Zealots
I saw an Iron Curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsin
Whirlwind, tornadoes, in the rain forest if you say so (whosssshhh)
KRS and The Last Emperor like the Green Hornet and Kato
Zach de la Rocha brings the enraged flow, but all three drop science
and become the most powerful alliance since NATO
[Chorus: all together, with samples]
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
"You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
[Zach] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
"So get that flashlight out of my face" - [Big L]
YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT
[KRS] The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack
[KRS-One]
Need I say the C.I.A. be Criminals In Action
Cocaine crack unpackin, high surveillance trackin
Prominant blacks and whites givin orders for mass slaughters
I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters
When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine
I was like Noah, now they lower cause the whole cold war is over
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin it
All the assault and batterin in the name of intelligence gatherin?
Now it's karma you battlin, a losin fight
I chose the mic to recite ignite light in the night, aight?
We should beat em, President Clinton should delete em
it's not hard, the C.I.A. simply has no more job
Oh my Goddess, mother, you can fix this
We rock over mixes not six six sixes
Yo this is, the message, to all that can hear it
If you got secret information now's the time to share it
Call your Congresswoman, your senator, your mayor
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the players
Rearrangin, see times are definitely changin G
They used to tap the phone, now they tappin while you pagin me
It's crazy B, yet it's plain to see, who the enemy
Who's left the NRA? The ATF, the AMA?
Okay okay, it's all irrelevant, cause in the new millenium
there'll be no Central Intelligence
Uh, yea, uh, yea
Throw your hands up
You know whassup kid, throw your hands up
Ha hah yeah, hah hah, yeah
Clear 'Em Out lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Tone Def)
[KRS-One] Uh! Domingo
[Tone Def] Domingo y'all
[KRS-One] Uh! Tone Def
[Tone Def] It's Tone Def y'all
[KRS-One] Whoo!
[Tone Def] Yeah (WITH K-R-S)
[KRS-One] Word Up
[Tone Def] And it goes like this
[KRS-One] Here We Go
[Chorus]
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
[KRS-One]
I am the incarnation of what you do
When you try to forget KRS, I try to forget you
You tired of me saying what's real hip hop
Well I'm tired of you biting my shit to go pop
This is why we need hip hop history
'Cause if we had it, you knew you shouldn't get with me
I'm free, I don't need MTV
I could smash your click like 1-2-3
You think I care if you plat-in-um
Where I come from, we be slappin' em' uh
Sales don't make you the authority
It only means you sold out to the white majority
What you know about seniority you ain't major
Ya whole album appeals to little second graders
Grow up already, before I slap that hiny
And put you out of work like Tavis Smiley
I got that razor tounge, you be on the ground with paramedics saying "We can't save this one"
I stay alert like red, you keep sucking me uh 'cause you think I'm ahead
But you ain't street soldier, I'll take one of ya members
Cut off his head and send it to Lisa Evers
We will be here for ever and ever and ever
While you'll be over by next September
[Chorus]
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
[Tone Def]
We got a million DMX's, a thousand Jay-Z's
A hundred Eminem's and two million Master P's
But I think for drastically, 'cause Tone Def always flow with originality,
that's the way it has to be
And if you patchin' me for the first or the third time
And even if you search wide for new styles
You still ain't never heard mine
With the thrust of a turbine, I blur by
Most of y'all niggas can't really get with me
But I know your girl sure try
But that's alright, 'cause you probably prefer guys to fur pie
That's why your shorty turned bi, she like that silky stir fry
With her skirt hiked to an absurd height
She by the curb like, "Don't swerve alright"
If you got the wood she got the termites
It's Tone Def, the vocalism more tread than a dirt bike
Cats be like ram ya tounge is rough, "Yo that hurts right?"
I blurt my explanation on my worst night, last heard that twelve mics
thought I was siamese 'cause you got served twice
I don't want to hear about your perp life
Forced to record CBS just to remember what it's like to survive
You hypocritical types a pitiful willin' to serve lies
To reserve ice, but need to work for Adidas to earn stripes
My first strike, leave you with burned eyes all for the turn-pike
And man be looking for you surfside armored the search light
Most cats that use the term nice never been in a word fight
Don't think you just observe for return price
Well your church might
[Chorus]
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
[KRS-One]
See I could care less if you carry a gat
You a liar brothers getting locked for that
All that olympic size pool you could drown in that
I'm a true school cat and I'm proud of that
You could see me decked out in a gown and cap
While you killin' our people with a pound of crack
What you think player, you ain't going down for that
Your lyrics prove you ain't looking out in fact
You a traitor and the worst kind at that
In the future your kids gonna account for that
We will never stop spittin' the facts no trouble
He forgot about the struggle, I'm bringing it back
I ain't mad or angry or any of that
All I know is my people died so I could rap
And what we do when we spit nigga, bitch, ho, dick
We need to switch that to my brother, my sister quick
[Chorus]
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Let's take these rappers out, No doubt
On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt
Haven't they figured it out, No doubt
Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out
Criminal Minded '08 lyrics - KRS-One (feat. DJ Premier)
[DJ Premier:]
Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock
R.I.P., this one for you, my G
Let's get it
[Intro: sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be"]
Boogie Down Productions... ('ductions)
With Premier, we gettin paid... (paid)
Y'all write the wackest songs... (songs!)
Our shit be beeeetta ('etta)
Remember, you act up, you will not win (win)
'Cause then I'll be-giiiin... ('giiiin)
To smash you with rhyyymin, rhymin, RHYMIN...
[Verse 1: KRS-One]
Criminal minded, this the jumpoff
My first one blast like you poppin that pumpoff
Yo Premier, why these rappers so soft?
They corny ass raps be makin me doze off
You know I get the whole house open
Got the whole East, West, North, South open
I ain't jokin, you know how many times
I spit rhymes and left rappers with they mouth open?
Y'all need to fall back
The 'hip-hop' you got in you NOW, I installed that
I spit a raw rap, peace and war rap
Ten more raps, where the tours at?
'Cause the world is soooooo hood, you must always be ready
...TO LET IT BLOOOOOOOW! (BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!)
I'd rather talk about peeeeeeeace, but these rappers won't let me
SO HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!
I'd rather mind my business, but these rappers think
They Superbad, that's when they get smothered, chocked, and gagged
I just bought another Jag
'cause when I spit lyrics, I step-father like your other dad
("One-two, one-two") I stay true
I'm a "GangStarr" and I'm "Guru"
Hah! I train like CHOO-CHOO!
Y'all rappers rap crap, BULLSHIT DOO-DOO!
Who knew?! I don't compare to you
Look at my nose, I even take in more air than you
I'm more aware than you and I spit it
I built this hip-hop matrix then programmed you IN IT!
I would tell you what's gon' happen this summer
But I'm a general, I don't talk to runners
Y'all just rappin and rappin shitty
So when you talk abotu battle, I get giddy
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"
"KRS writes poetry"
"'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic
And Premier is on the BREAKS~!"
"Boogie Down Productions" (That's right, Primo!)
"UH!" (Let 'em know)
(KRS, Criminal Minded)
(Yea) "So here we goooooo..."
[Verse 2: KRS-One]
Criminal minded, you been blinded
By the ice and the way rappers shinin
K-R-S, that's how I sign it
God knows I try to live non-violent!
But rappers be too defiant, no doubt
They make me wanna try this new Magnum out
They be draggin 'em out
Cause of death: Magnum goin off in the mouth
What y'all talkin 'bout?! You better "Walk it Out"
Y'all start mumblin when that Hawk is out
New York ain't out! WHAT CHA'LL TALKIN 'BOUT?!
Y'all POP like when the cork is out!
Stoppin the violence is what I'm all about
STOPPIN THE VIOLENCE IS WHAT I'm ALL ABOUT!
But you raise ya fist to Kris, I'll maim ya wrist
And blow you out like a birthday wish!
I'm much sharper
Including New York State, the whole East Coast is Kris Parker's
But real talk, Digny
The true kings of New York left when it change hands to Disney
I got no time for the kid rap
The gun talk, drug talk, we already did that
These days I'm tryin to give back
Knowledge, wisdom, overstanding - now spit that!
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"
"KRS writes poetry"
"'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic"
"I, I-I-I'll see you folks around the way"
"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"
"K-K-KR-S writes poetry"
"Criminal minded"
"So here we goooooo..."
Ey-Yo! (The Reggae Virus) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Mad Lion, Shaggy)
(from "Caught Up" soundtrack)
[Mad Lion: singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"]
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy-ohh
like Shaggy, one called KRS (Yes!) (whooooh!)
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy-ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo
(Rob him like dat, man now come down bring it)
Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em, yeah!)
[KRS-One]
You don't realize the magnitude I laugh at you
Flappin you rat-a-tat, you on your own avenue
while I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?"
Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like a mad term paper...
ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro
Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero
Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse
Now do your plan over or get, ran over
[Mad Lion]
I be crusin down the highway, just sportin in the fly way
Turn it up a notch and de sound hits dem
Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open
to ventilate the scent from the spliff we smokin
Huff with a chop we do not
We make up a mighty powder, said scrap, last week!
We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep
Dem come rough and make you one of dem weak or
in de dance kill a watch like chicken in my pot
Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right!
Man of been to dem place, to champagne away
Sign of money, can virus strike
"I see you move..."
Look now man, look look
"I see you move..."
I think it's time for it
[Shaggy]
Who dat from the chat with the boom shot
Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last
Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash
and if you don't like dat, somebody gettin bitch-slapped
I'm the raggamuffin with the Dream Team
KRS, Mad Lion guaranteed to make your money scream
(See? All you need) rhythmatical style
(Need) ya done gwan irie, peep
Pump ya best if ya irie, like me
Cause we don't want know si-ren, hey
Nuff a rhyme works, nobody gets hurt
Look up on the dancefloor, herd of nothin but skirts
Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers
Bitin them girls like your name was Marv Albert
Baby love no fighting, come to back biting
You and your girlfriend should do the right thing
I'ma let this beat swing, while I think I'm the king
and go rap pon a nice sexy young queen
"I see you move..."
"I see you move..."
[Mad Lion: singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"]
Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy-ohh
like Shaggy, one called KRS
The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy-ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo
Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo
[KRS-One]
Yo... get your hands up!! Yo!
On the mic I'm sheddin light, you better get it right
I produce what you like, satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo whassup with this money?
[Mad Lion]
Mind bogglin, oh love them ogling
Turn watch while we seek, see now stop dance wid dem
Don'tcha want this girl, with her Erykah streak
Kafi yome love go me because we off that weed
Chase while we head to the watch pon me wrist
We gets another week til we own necklace
Get receipt on me watch, if we buy it then we flaunt it
Kill you alla dem, make dem come back haunted
[Shaggy]
Alla big up to Shaggy rock love
Mad supporters, love
And de people rock dis KRS-One
Ya feel the vibes all mel-low
Shaggy, I want cha pump ya fist and just throw it up like this
Yeah, uhh, push it up, yeah, uhh, let em know
I wanna big up my whole, hip-hop fraternity, yeah
My reggae fraternity, yeah
All men, all posse everybody in this rock
left right yeah, uhh, sync your butt, yeah
Uhh, Mad Lion, uhh
Uhh, Flatbush style, uhh
Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah
Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah
Uhh, and New York town flavor
All the crew
KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion run dat
Generique Assault lyrics - KRS-One
(from "Assault on Precinct 13" soundtrack)
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint
I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit
where the cops go beyond the laws
where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause
So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13?
You are bout to see just what the dirt bring
It's working, that force, I have been searching
Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things
Ethan Hawke, man he face all that
I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat
I stay ahead, like a baseball cap
The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that
[Chorus]
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
[Verse 2]
Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak
to those I meet and great from week to week
I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak
As the observer inside the physique
Many rappers try to compete, of course
But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed
Sometimes I think we all just lost
We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause
We don't even know the one-ness of the only force
Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse
But what did Moses do with the golden calf?
Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast
Master, get on them quick, get on them faster
In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter
I tag church like the shirt king
Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13
[Chorus]
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
[Verse 3]
Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion
They thought they was winning, but they really was losin
He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin
that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising
Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up
Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck
We run up, two down, one up
Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach
Others can't speak, they just shut up
KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up
Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up
Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up
On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up
KRS-One, you know what it means
Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13
[Chorus]
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up
Watch me back up the truck
You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up
So crooked cops you backin me up?
[Verse 4]
We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it
through this night
From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind
it, never be afraid to fight
or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type
I get them clubs so crazy hype
I throw them glasses on that them ladies like
And years later, rock what they babies like
I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die
but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight
So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too
KRS-One would like to thank you, right
That's why KRS on the mic
Wishin you peace for the rest of the night
Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean
Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13!
Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa!
High School Rock lyrics - KRS-One
(from "High School High" soundtrack)
Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at will
The hip-hop nation will prevail
all problems in society with inner city philosophy
The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt
Executed properly
I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second
like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your part
[Hook:]
I'm the intelligent wise on the mic [x3]
Everybody knows
All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way
If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorize your toys
Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast master's here!
[Hook x2]
Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild
This ?sins[?] recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, mic is first all is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children
in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let's start building
Hip Hop V. Rap lyrics - KRS-One
Of course, we have just accepted all applications and tuition will be paid on
Friday....
You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic
like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages
ripping and flipping the mic
from back in the back in the days the days its kinda hectic hectic
when these suckas don't respect it, check it. Flame on.
I know the light is bright but keep on watching me
I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society.
Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be
cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates.
But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit
and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit.
I'm not having it,
bust a narrative and come to get with it.
Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live.
The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos.
Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know.
Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio,
got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No.
That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know
cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
Frisco disco the disc is like a Nabisco
chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie.
I'm rocking beats and
with death defying feats and
I'm never sneaking
always peeping when I'm speaking
inside I'm keeping a statement for police and
I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and
so this DJ, he gets down
mixing records while they go
round and round round we go
two years ago a friend of mine
and Flash is gonna rock your mind
welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome
I wonder if I take you home
E-F-F-E-C-T a cool operator operating correctly
but back in the day I knew rap would never die
too late baby bwai
bai in a body boy head head
head insane in the membrane
take the train, take the train
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
'Hattan keeps on making it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hits
party people, I came through the door, I said it before
Two years ago, super hoe
If my train goes off the track,
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back
back to the grill again, the grill again friends
how many MC's must get dissed?
Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris
Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no
body beats the Biz
Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey
you you get off my cloud,
go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy
you ain't fresh, you ain't fresh
Yeah
Knowledge Reigns Supreme lyrics - KRS-One
[CHORUS]
The word I bring to you today
is Knowledge Reigns Supreme
You got no time to joke and play
cause Knowledge Reigns Supreme
While others play that game for fame
their concepts bring you stress and strain
But blessed are those that know my name
is Knowledge Reigns Supreme
[VERSE 1]
Why do I call myself God when I'm speakin?
People always ask me this question when I'm teachin
What you gotta understand is that Kris don't exist
The only existence is God conciousness
And God consciousness is what exists as Kris
Your ego tells you that you're doin all this
You amidst a mister professional lyricist
I get rid of this forever, it only gets better
Kris from the universe you could never sever
Cause there is no Kris, only the universe, remember
Goin a little deeper you can check me
My whole campaign is about livin life correctly
But don't respect me, respect the universe
It's her verse that I disperse
And free you from the curse of the Spaniards
The French, Portuguese and English
Check me as I sing this
Science of mind, I bring this
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
I bring you out the cave and change how you behave
Everything you see is really particles and waves
Not to mention your visual extension
Is ruled by perception, guiding your every direction
If you really want money your mentality must switch
If you really wanna be rich you gotta act like you're rich
You can't act like a bitch if you wanna be a lady
You can't get the gravy if you're sittin around lazy
You can't be in the hustle if you ain't lookin for trouble
You can't be single if you know you're really double
You can do it (yeah) we can do it (yes)
You can do it (yeah) we can do it (yes)
We the best, don't worry 'bout the card they dealt ya
It's real, I proceed myself out the shelter
Every day and night seein myself rock the mic
Lyrics tight, gettin paid right for my mental sight
Richer not poorer, expanding my aura
To attract more of positive energy
(What you dealin with? What you tellin me?)
[CHORUS]
(Uh
1-2
My man Kris
Flip the style, you do it like this)
[VERSE 3]
How'd you forget it?
The culture that's embedded
Check it, it's energetic
My people really won't be deaded
But Kris won't let it
The same thing that you read I read it
My hair is dreaded
But hip-hop, yes, you must respect it
We must direct it
And use it positively so these sceptics
Can learn our mathematics like metrics
I said it
I'm 'bout to shed it
Why don't you check me like your credit
You still don't get it
You twisted like that [?] Keith Sweat [?]
Rappers nowadays sound so pathetic
Yo, let me set it
Although my presentation is [?]
And hypothetic
My genetics is highly poetic
And athletic
But still some don't get it
The paparazzi life is all synthetic
The balancing of the mind is what's authentic
The total body is ultramagnetic
Like that (like that)
We did it like that
Like that (like that)
And we did it like that
Like that (like that)
And we did it like that
Like that (like that)
And we did it like that..
There is no need to be afraid
Open your mind
Do your knowledge
(Do) your knowledge
Stop studying your knowledge
And (do) your knowledge
..did it like that
Like that (like that)
We did it like that
We did it like that
We did it like that
MC's lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Nas & Talib Kweli)
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
KRS ONE bangin on your eardrum
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
Nas bangin on your eardrum
Bangin on your eardrum
Bangin on your eardrum
[Chorus]
[KRS-ONE]
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal
Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people
[Nas]
Oh you went platinum, yeah that's nice
Now let me see you do the same thing twice
[KRS-ONE]
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal
Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people
[Talib Kweli]
Real hip-hop is missin from the shelf
Yep, it's what you felt when you listen to yourself
[Nas]
Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
[Chorus]
[Talib Kweli]
Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight
But you don't really hear me though
I, spit it clearly so it's live at your stereo
To your heart while it's beatin in your chest
I'm speakin to execs in the seat behind the desk
To your spirit nuttin weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin deeper in the depth
Real hip-hop is missin from the shelf
Yep, it's what you felt when you listen to yourself
Only a few is makin cuts that finish
So before you spend your hard-earned spinach
They like "What nigga? Wait right there
I got reservoir dogs, you be missin a right ear"
Get it clear, figure is my year
I'm everywhere makin appearances in niggaz nightmares
[Chorus]
[KRS-ONE]
How many of y'all got Criminal 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-One, twenty years I rock
I do it for JMJ and Scott La Rock
This hip-hop and we's a nation
Don't you wanna hear more KRS on your radio station
Instead of broadcasting how we smoke them trees
On the radio we need to hear more local emcees
Where you at?, c'mon where you at
This is the difference between emceeing and rap
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal
Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people
Peace, Love, Unity, havin' fun
These are the lyrics of KRS-One
[Outro]
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
KRS ONE bangin on your eardrum
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come
Nas bangin on your eardrum
Real Hip Hop Bangin on your eardrum
Real Hip Hop Bangin on your eardrum
Music For The '90s (Kid Capri Remix) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. G. Simone)
[G. Simone]
She won't play around - the remix
[G. Simone (KRS-One)]
She won't, let you down (G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
[G. Simone]
Now that I have co-ooome we're gonna have some fun
G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's
Hangin out all day-ayyy, the summer's on it's way-ayyy
G. Simone has got the music for the 90's
[Chorus: G. Simone]
She won't, let you down..
Lookin all a-weepy around
She hits the hardest hip-hop sounds
She won't, play around..
When it's time to break it down
Listen closely to the sound
[KRS-One]
Ye-yeah!
So gimme the funk, gimme the funk, not the junk, while the trunk
pumps behind me G. Simone, got the music for the 90's
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
[G. Simone]
Won't you listen please, I'll put your mind at ease
G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's
Turnin up the bass, the treble's in your face
G. Simone has got the music for the 90's
[Chorus]
[KRS-One]
B-Boys in the house, turn it up, turn it up
G. Simone is in the place, lick two shots, BUCK BUCK
We're comin to you live and direct with the feelin
that G. Simone keeps the party jumpin to the ceilin
Yes this is the mad funk, females need to back up
When G. Simone reach the mic, brothers start to act up
Turn the track up, black, you won't be dissapointed
It's the music for the 90's kid - GET UP ON IT!
[G. Simone]
Yeah you know, my proudest flow
Show me yeah, show me yeah, show me you know
Everybody... come on sing it
G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's
[KRS] Give it to 'em!
[G. Simone]
Get up, ah get up, ah get up, ah get up
Ah get up, ah get up-ahhhhhh
Just funkin it up, just funkin it up
Funkit up-ahhhhhh
[Kid Capri]
Worrrrrrrrrrrrd up! Another fat Kid Capri remix
G. Simone, runnin things for the 9-0-S
And we up outta here, PEACE!
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)
(So G. Simone)
Nas Tribute lyrics - KRS-One
[Hook x2: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]
If I, ever make a record
I'll take a check and put something
Away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, but look at me now
[Intro: KRS-One]
Here we go, yo, yea, KRS in the building
Marley Marl, whuttup, Marley Marl, yea, look up
[Verse 1: KRS-One]
Yo Nas, this KRS shouting you out
B.R.O.N.X. I couldn't make it to the jam
To be live on your set
But take these sixteen as a sign of my respect
You're Illmatic and you still got it
The crown of Hip-Hop, there's still time you could still grab it
Don't be distracted by them faggots
You still fly, they remain maggots
Nas, you will not lose
Your contribution to Hip-Hop makes you the top two
And with KRS, we're the top two
These mothafuckas find themselves laid out on FOX news
Yo Nas, Hip-Hop can't be dead, you brought it back
With the words you said, you are Hip-Hop fo'real
And that shit between you and Jada, y'all gots to chill
[Hook x2: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]
[Interlude: KRS-One]
We're all brothers, we're all brothers, rise up, Hip-Hop
Nas you're the man, word up, Hip-Hop, One Nation
Big up, from the Bronx, to Queensbridge, Marley Marl in the house
Come together, rock on, Bronx, Queensbridge come together
[Verse 2: KRS-One]
Uh, you brought Queensbridge back
And like my man Fat Joe, you made the Bronx lean back
Nastradamus I seen that
You was a heavier times then man, a Prophet, I mean that
People ask where's Dr. King's dream at?
I think it's Hip-Hop, we already seen that
Yo Marley, I know you're in the building
Yo Kelis, I know you're there chilling
Shout-out to the Queen on the scene
Hip Hop is Dead I know what you mean
I seen Hip-Hop die about five times already
But yet, we still rock steady
Stay ready, we're about to resurrect career, the real, fo'real
They gon' feel the steel
K.R.S. - N.A.S., North, South, East, West
[Hook x3: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]
[Outro: KRS-One]
Congratulations, you gon' do it this year
Hip-Hop come together, it's real, we're one family
Fuck all these beefing and shit
We're one family, let's come together, word up
Rock on, Marley Marl, another house for hits production
[Nas Sample: "You're Da Man"]
I'm the N the A to the S I R
I'm the N the A to the S I R
I'm the N the A to the S I R
I'm the N the A to the S I R
Fresh for 2007, you suckers...
Ocean Within lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Saul Williams)
(from "Slam" soundtrack)
[KRS-One]
Word..
Sonja.. you know you saw her in the movie
And my man Saul, he's like THIS!
[Saul Williams - singing]
There is no ocean like the one, within
Look to the moon rise with the tides, and swim
[x4]
[KRS-One - speaking while Saul sings]
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
KRS-One, coming through.. like this
Uh-huh, do it, do it like that, like that
Uh, uh-huh
[Saul Williams - sings first two lines]
Saul the road to Damascus, come follow me
The serpent swallow the moon, but it won't, swallow me
(Yeah, speak the word!)
Intellect is like a major city
Laden with concrete, metal
Advanced modes of transportation
Shining buildings, and fenced in parks
Spirit is the mountain's forest wilderness
and vast countryside that surrounds it
Too many people live in the city
Struggling day to day for mere existance
Most have forgotten how to live off the land
They only experience nature on class trips
and short-term vacations
For those that live in the country
Cities are like amusement parks with high prices
and temporal satisfaction
At the end of the day, they are tired
and ready to go home, and relieve their ringing ears
[Saul Williams - singing]
There is no ocean like the one, within
Look to the moon rise with the tides, and swim
[x2]
[KRS-One]
Uh-huh, speak the word
Hyper-accelerated meditations talk
The reversal of this word dispersal is thought
There is no difference between thought and talk
like the blackboard chalk and homicide chalk
they both give outlines
One is designed to outline the mind
The other outlines the body after a crime
Could it be that these two chalks are connected;
meaning the body gets outlined when the mind is neglected -
- or poorly directed
Like the teacher with the chalk
Or is the teacher the beginning of the homicide we talk?
Be selective in your speech
Cause the chalk of the two technical teaching has taught each
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
Nearly every daughter, nearly every son
Ignorance reigns supreme for some
They chase the sum, inviting the I-R-S to come
Make the connection, choose your direction
Use your protection when sexin AND hexin
Things come back cause they really never left
If the secret to meditation is found in the breath
then speech is another form of meditativeness
Whattya say to this latest rhyme or poem?
Some have been known to quite the mind through
OHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Only One lyrics - KRS-One
[only on Front Page Entertainment 12]
Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronx
so lets set this shit off like this
Uhh, now check it,
underground verbal hip hop you selected
by only a few, this type of artist is bought
so like Bartles & James thank you for your support
it's time for all this chit-chat to skit-skat
aren't you tired of hearin ple-ple-ple-ple-pla
rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter
and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure
my first name is hip hop no doubt
my last name is run with me breath for breath
yes I'll blow your lungs out
BLOW! And cut your tongue out
and use that shit to clean my rug out
I ain't even start to bug out
somebody requested for the teacher to get active
cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle
I'm unattractive when actively in your brain cavity
you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P
I'm Total 'Cant you see'
I took it there
you bee sayin with your swollin eye
damn it just aint fuckin fair
but your crew told you what was up
you just didn't give a fuck
my lyrics are intact
so my picture you can pin it up
take me out? Give it up your late
I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8
I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state
the truth about the matter is that I feel great
I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender
servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a
remember battlin MC's Im not always doin
cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin
what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction
I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin
switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin-
I'm quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen
[Chorus: sample/scratching of]
Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs
thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less
I do my dirt and I keep it to myself
I don't speak it on record and to no one else
you think about...
when you do crimes you talk about it
HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low
cuz prison ain't a place you motherfuckers wanna be at
half of you motherfuckers would turn trick
BELIEVE THAT!
yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at?
you vision is as far as wherever you throw the seed at
Look at Malcolm X and try to be that
or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off
don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers
when you go to court they play your album for ya
then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction
beggin a judge to just listen sayin...
if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is...
they shut yo ass up and give you life
Had you hah a wife instead of bein a lover
the court would of seen you as a family man wit some structure
but you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect em
now you catchin wreck in your rep
Negativity never had no pull in jail
yeah, its positivity that they hail
but you fail, cuz red books you can't read em
your people you mislead em
your people you mistreat em
mislead em for fun...my name is KRS ONE!
KRS ONE......KRS ONE
Real Headz they down wit us
Yeah, Krs One representin
wit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt
Perhaps She'll Die lyrics - KRS-One
(from "Dangerous Ground" soundtrack)
Everything over?
Sounds can't be the end yet
Nah nah nah we can't go that route
Uh-ahh
That's what I'm sayin though!
[applause]
Yeah, everyone gather round, gather round
Now I'm gon' start it off first (why don't you start it off first)
And you gonna follow me, it goes like this
I'm lookin at this girl who's been livin a lie
But I don't know why she's livin a lie
(Perhaps she'll die)
I'm lookin at this girl tryin to be fly
But behind the scenes she breaks down and cries
See she breaks down and cries caise she's livin a lie
But I don't know why she's livin a lie
(Perhaps she'll die)
I'm lookin at this girl she's always high
Cause she likes to get by by stayin high
She's always high cause she always cry
cause she's livin a lie...
And I don't know why she's livin a lie
(Perhaps she'll die)
Yeah, yeah you got it, here we go (check it out)
I'm lookin at this girl wit her bloodshot eyes
You could really tell now by the size of her eyes
She got bloodshot eyes, cause she's always high
Cause she always cry, cause she's livin a lie
But I don't really know why she's livin this lie (here we go, one more time)
(Perhaps she'll die)
(Yeah, yeah) Last time, last time
I'm lookin at this girl tryin to hide her face
Cause she thinks she looks bad and her life is a waste
See her face she hides cause of her bloodshot eyes
Cause she always high cause she always crys
Cause she's livin a lie...
And I don't know why she's livin a lie
(Perhaps she'll die) Rrrrrrrahhh!
You don't really need-a, lyrical teacha
When I reach you through the particles and ways of the speaker
What I got to say is positive and negative
You draw whatever energy you need to live, give and take
Build and destroy, life and death
Inhale, exhale, of breath
The point is yes, everything in life is a choice
East and West, wack rapeprs or DJ KRS-One
Dunn I come like the ancients with a drum
Come along you can hum along or run along
Sing a song if you wanna sing a song
This meta-lyrical poet will surely put it on
I don't wear or count of frauds
but I can prophesize by lookin in your eyes
if you're right or wrong, it could be all
It's always the little things that control the big things
Undirected mind waves will bring a string
of unexpected anything until you cipher
Whether niggative or negative you don't need either
You need to direct your thinkin through your speakin
Prevent the negative from leakin out into the atmosphere
Do I make myself clear? Achieve a major goal this year
But don't ever step here
[DJing of 'Spark Mad Izm' by Channel Live and KRS-One]
Expertism, is lyr, lyr, lyr, lyricism
My flow, my flow, my flow'll take you over
My ex, my ex, my expertism
Is lyr, is lyr, is lyr, lyr-i-cism
My flow, my flow, my flow'll take you over
My, my flow'll take you over
My, my flow'll take you over, like
My, my flow'll take you over, like...
Plan Up Your Family lyrics - KRS-One
(from "Booty Call" soundtrack)
You better check this
[sung part]
Plan up your family, ha-high, me say
Plan up your family, ha-high
[sung part again]
Yeahhh...
This one's dedicated to the girl you see
and all bwoy big D, livin in the ci-ty, I sing
[sung part]
Uhhhhh...
Sex is part one but every story has a sequel (try)
Not to live with your parents now people
Let part two be planned by you, not fake (why?)
Cause your baby you'll start to hate (cry)
Like if you can't afford a sausage
You on edge, baby cries, you throw him in the garbage
You know the stories that you hear in the news
Babies being killed, infants being abused (right)
Do people life they live like a movie
Yellin, "Do me! Do me!" Too much loose booty
They wanna be Blowfish like Hootie (chill)
Premature pregnancy is ill
You never hear the other side of the story (like)
Like what happens after you hit the shorty
Right (right), you check it before you get butt naked
Heed the science in the record
[sung part x2]
Yeah...
This one dedicated to the girl, you see
And all bwoy big D, livin in the city, I say
[sung part]
Yeah, yeah...
You know the time y'all, you know the time y'all
Hear the rhyme y'all, time to free your mind y'all
School's open here's the message comin next
Some dumb-ass kid feels proud he had sex
("I knocked it out! Yeah I'm the mack and I'm all that!")
Nine months later, you can't afford Similak (why?)
You look back on your life, you say it can't be
I never asked or planned to have a family
Thinkin back in bed you was a happy camper
And uhh, now your partner can't find the Pampers
Every day more sex you pursuin (sex is good)
But think about what you doin
Everybody yellin revolution
But still on the ave cruisin, not seeing we losin
Control your life and choose your direction
With sex and foreplay use protection
Control your life and choose your direction
With sex and foreplay use protection
[sung part x2]
Yeah this one's dedicated to the girl you see
And all bwoy big D, livin in the city, I say
[sung part]
You know
I got to add this last piece to the song
So no one gets me wrong, and we can live long
Havin a child is good for your health
But how you gonna have a kid yo, when you a kid yourself?
It's your life, not hers, or his (true)
Now you want someone to come and watch your kids? (ooh)
You try to give em to your moms, she ain't with it
And with no sisters, a job you can't seem to get it
Now you applyin for welfare, medicare for health care
Now your whole life is goin nowhere
I'm gonna say it, you might not respect it
But most pretty little girls wind up pregnant
You wanna wear tight clothes and act loose
But now someone gave you the truth! Yo
[sung part x2]
[sung part]
Temple Tactics lyrics - KRS-One
All rise!
From around the way to around the world
The ever-sinner of Matthew Netta, gets it together
Every time I manifest the vocals we think
My voice is registered with your local presinct
I lead through knowledge, you don't see me till college
KRS-One is like that oatmeal porridge
When you get older and you realise you need it
That's when you retrieve it, now class be seated
This Boogie Down lingo is produced by Domingo
Wild styles I bring you, now go re-write your single
My last name should be Kringle for the gift
On the drummachine I program songs like Steve Smith
Don't Rif, Kin, you're not loud
you're not listening, I self-create my position
Any room I enter I transform to a church
Before you see through battle you should do some research
For we break
[samples:]
-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Break-over, take-over, total make-over
When I rap it slabs a flack on your Range Rover
You's a joke clown plus you broke down
Like a coat of a cardigan KRS-One be flowing at your party
Your whole crew jetting they be seriously threating
My lyric weapon be upsetting the jamsession
Gather round now for a very important lesson
KRS-One is not the one you should be testing
No guessing, we follow strict mathematics
Temple tactics and word magic
So step up if you wanna get hurt
All year around our shows be worth
The force I observe lifts up your skirt
Leave your space cabin Captain Kirk covered in dirt
[samples:]
-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme [x2]
You got the long lasting, floors matching without asking
Rhymes with a passion, KRS-One, broadcasting
Never crashing cos I'm never speeding
You should be heading, what do you trick and I be reading
Leading the new school, with new rules for new fools
Flash styles and young MC's it makes they crews drool
Some say you cruel when I bust off like a new tool
Making a man you do as I drop two jewels
Positive and negative, mutualist disadditive, but I'm not giving it
The Godess is my relative, knowledge I be living it
I creep with it, come to elect ya and you'll witness it
Lyrics I'll be flicking it
Don't step this way if you begin in it
Push your hands up if you've been in it
Let me now get into it, straight rhymes hit the innercit'
When it splatter they say "Damn, those rappers"
Switching ya, fixing a glitch in ya
Pulling the bitch in ya out, taking a bum a ridiculour route
[samples:]
-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme [x4]
The French Connection lyrics - KRS-One
(from "Ma 6-t Va Crack-er" soundtrack)
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack-er
Cercle Rouge, KRS-One
Droppin on em like this
Pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture
You know how we do
How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here
Have you forgotten how we got to this place
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race
If you don't teach me my culture I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin and killin I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy my mother into a whore
Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin us, rapin us and robbin us
400 years of that's what's inside of us
Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife but to heal it will take my whole life
I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
Cause who could be so cruel like this
So heartless, so senseless
But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a Devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker
[Chorus:]
If you come from France
and you like the breakdance say OHOH (OHOH)
And If you come from New York
and you like the way I talk say Yeah (Yeah)
You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagorus, Ptolomies, Socrates
These people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology
Even the concept of democracy stolen from the king Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane
The board of education cant see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back
Give me my culture
But you don't understand that cause you a sucker
[Chorus]
I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out
You know what I am about
Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin hardcore
You ain't a kid anymore grow up, to blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin in rap
KRS-One I got your back
[Chorus]
KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France
All the graffiti artists
we like to breakdance to the MC yes you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP
From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that
Throw Down lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Cold Crush Brothers)
[Intro/Chorus:]
[Krs]
Let's Do It!
[Cold Crush]
When I say how then you say ho
and if somebody say thug then you say so
cuz theres hell below and you ain't tryin to go
so get ready for the throw down
Headz catch wreck and bums get done
B.D.P., Cold Crush & Krs One
nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
so get ready for the throw down
[Verse 1]
[Krs]
Throw down, low down
Mc's get throw down
I mastered the sentence, paragraph & pronouns
I think you oughta go down
you cant stand the blow of toe to toe now!
that you heard all the rap criminals
skills minimal, dispicable,
check out the rhyme original
indivisible justice for all
before ya learned to walk, you gots ta learn to crawl
before ya learned to crawl, you gots to be born
now before you were born, your folks had to get it on
The point to the matter comin from the blastmaster
is hip hop culture might be headed for disaster
All these wack rappers don't know the past data
They act like hip hop history doesn't matter
So when you see Krs One brace the stage
the difference that you see, has to do wit my age
Fresh in 74....Fresh in 75
Fresh in 76 when Mc's rocked live to cassette
Fresh in 77 don't forget
Fresh in 78 on a turntable set
Fresh in 79
Fresh in 80 I was grandmaster G wit my man double T
Fresh in 81
Fresh in 82 when DJ Mad Mike off of Church Avenue in the B-K
BROOKLYN-FLATBUSH!!!...when B-K MC's got mushed!
Fresh in 83, 84 and 85 when I moved back to the B-X and got live
Fresh in 86......Fresh in 87
Fresh in 88 after Scott went to heaven
Fresh in 89......Fresh in 90
I'm Fesh in 91, 92 and 93
Fresh in 94, 95 don't be forgetten
Fresh in 96 and Fresher in 97
Fresh in 98 and Fresh in 99
In the new millenium I'll be aroused in your mind so....
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
[Krs]
What does it take to be a real MC?
it means you can't write rhymes for the tv
cuz a real MC, whether amatuers or pros
MC that knows how to rock live shows
another thing while I sing MC talk
a real MC never diss New York
cuz if you knew the time while your rhymin MC'n
you'd know that New York is hip hop's garden of Eden
and if this ain't sacred, we neva gonna make it
your disin your very own hip hop tradition
you know why when I grab the mic I'm superior
cuz I was at the Roxy and Danceteria
Krs a product of respect and courtesy
while the rapper is a product of the record company
I'm not braggin but this is what hip hop is achievin
it's becomin all rap and no Mc'in
still we ain't seein, cuz still we ain't believin
the West and the East of hip hop can cease
[Cold Crush]
Hey yall this is true
the boys in blue gotta plan for you
don't mess wit the suits cuz they do too
so whatcha gonna do
Tried to be the best
live positive and free from stress
don't limit yourself to east or west
whose the very best...
[Krs]
Krs...I warm up your chest while your bones untangle
the lyrics hit your head then goes down your ankle
I'm saved for rainy days like casserole
then rediscovered later like the dead sea scrolls
you wanna get out the ghetto, the projects and profit
but first negativity you gots to stop it
Big up the east coast and the west coast
but you cant big up no coast when your ghost
I can see now how the other man stole rock and roll
and guitar rippin cuz we was bullshit
sick of eatin chicken,
but fix it theres time tickin
we spittin and complainin but the worlds rearrangin
still we doin the same, whose to blame we don't need this
its not black strangness, its black weakness
[Chorus/Outro]
Wordperfect lyrics - KRS-One
I, brrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
Philosophy when I s-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ing!
I step like wildabeasts, killll-llll-lllling!
MC's harming me I sling-lllll-ling!
Rhymes don't copy me you gots to be crazzzyaaayyyyy
Yet you believe that you can slay me play me maybe
Flip the style I be killll-illl-ing, the track
Obey me, easssssse back, you're silly wack and idle
Give me back the title my arrival questions the survival
of any rival rapper you're simply a promotional data
Me, Kris the Master, beat, this the Master
Seek, Kris the Master, eat, with the Master
Treat, this the Master, but don't compete with the Master
or you'll seek disaster
Faster than the BlastMaster's folk can say "Oh!"
That means YOU yo, you wrestlin with the style in your mind
but I'm like sumo, doin judo, you know
I go then you go, lyrics we run through run through
You think you got the 4-1-1
But I got the 5-5-5-1-2-1-2
You're done through rhyme sessions with the teacher
you know you shouldn'ta come to
[Chuck D] "Once again back is the incredible, rhyme animal"
KRS, K-K-KRS [or variations]
[x4]
Canibus/Can-I-bust, like weed?
And give you what you need
There's the kickoff and KRS-One has the lead!
Indeed I'm all around your neck like beads, raw hell
I knock like doorbells, I'm hot while you chili/chilly like Hormel
I'ma sure sell, no doubt
How you think you gonna battle and take me out
with my phrases in your mouth?
Stop I rock your socks your blocks and set fire
to your Reeboks, can't you see dat de God of rap I be dat
From the highest tree top you'll hang
I ride the fly cars like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
You can't hang, with my mic con-cep-tion
Cause we're not in the same gang, my juice is instant like Tang
You rhyme beginner, wack rap sinner
You attack next snap back CRACK and I'm the winner
But that's simple for me to do as I'm speakin defeatin you
Fairly beatin not cheatin you, heat-seekin and leakin through
All styles be creepin through, in amazement they keepin you
You be thinking, "What were you doin? The teacher competes with you?"
You can run like the people do or you stay and you see it through
I be lyrically eatin you anywhere I be seein you
On the hip like I'm beepin you in your mental you're peek-a-boo
No limit what we can do metaphorically teachin you
Tell me what can you show me, simply you do not know me
No I am not your homie, yo my lyrics are Epic
but I'm not down with Sony, in the middle like Monie
Scarfacin like Tony, your whole style is baloney
You think you off the hook... but you're simply a pho-ney
[Chuck D] "Once again back is the incredible, rhyme animal"
K-K-K, KRS [or variations]
[repeat to fade]
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