KRS-One Krs-One Rappaz R. N. Dainja Verse One: Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to Kris In hip-hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus That is the center of the group we/us they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course The style that I am kickin is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission Reviewed in The Source You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills That's what you're fishin for, it's lost I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco Verse Two: Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday Rappers be boo-tay Goo-fy that's how they crew stay Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego We know the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the shottie to the party I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks you will experience, loss or lack of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three No video, no you had to be a real live MC Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin weak production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can battle for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story Act like you never saw me Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category sallysally@usa.net |
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