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| [Intro: KRS-One] Yeah, yeah, yeah This what we live for! Let it rock, let it (Big up to all Brooklyn man, all Bronx man) (Uptown massive, follow) [Chorus: KRS-One] We can all be hear rockin 'til the mor-ning Boom, bap, and rap is what I bring We love, the clubs and we rock them Yes all over the world we shock them Cause everybody knows this flow It blows your mind [KRS-One:] We used to step inna de club with these murderers Hustlers, thugs, pimps and burglars You ain't gettin in the spot if they ain't heard of ya And if you sneak in the spot they might murder ya I used to be in them spots just servin the Raw rhymes flows and yes earnin the The respect from the streets in a circular Over the years, an MC I turned into [Chorus] [KRS-One:] Ladies and gentlemen, the most controversial MC in hip-hop is about to raise your adrenaline Settle in and grab a seat, they start meddlin I'm a grab the heat I already grabbed the streets KRS, you don't find me on your radio station You find me chillin on them Indian reservations I spit like cajun spice You don't know KRS? Your momma must notta raised you right Man I blazed your type, done raced your type Man sit down~! You still on a training bike I'm the crazy type, you the lazy type Hey yo, look, I blaze these mics; cause [Chorus] [Outro: ad libs from KRS and possibly the producer] |
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