| [00:00.00] | 作词 : DJ Premier, KRS One |
| [00:00.00] | Intro |
| [00:00.30] | Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.64] | Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks |
| [00:10.91] | Verse 1 |
| [00:31.24] | If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me |
| [00:34.56] | I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony |
| [00:37.06] | But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:39.05] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!" |
| [00:42.60] | Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 |
| [00:45.02] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:47.84] | Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind |
| [00:50.32] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.03] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:58.37] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:00.94] | Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:03.52] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread |
| [01:06.05] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:08.75] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:11.67] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:14.32] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:16.91] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas |
| [01:19.51] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:22.12] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:24.49] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:27.18] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:29.92] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:32.93] | But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer |
| [01:35.93] | Verse 2 |
| [01:56.91] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [01:59.20] | The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for |
| [02:01.88] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:04.15] | If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:07.43] | MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:10.61] | Let's battle to see who headlines |
| [02:12.67] | Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show |
| [02:15.30] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:18.20] | Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly |
| [02:20.86] | They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:23.54] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:26.16] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:28.77] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit |
| [02:31.63] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit |
| [02:34.51] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:35.84] | My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent |
| [02:38.41] | I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:41.65] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it |
| [02:45.42] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:47.18] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it |
| [02:49.87] | Verse 3 |
| [03:10.07] | Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:14.38] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:16.48] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:19.56] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em |
| [03:21.99] | Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine? |
| [03:24.64] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:26.94] | MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:29.71] | When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin' |
| [03:32.18] | I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's |
| [03:35.00] | Believe they could tangle with the likes of these |
| [03:37.35] | Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive |
| [03:39.90] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:42.74] | You dope, you lied, I reside like artifacts |
| [03:46.01] | On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified |
| [03:48.22] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:50.46] | Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism |
| [03:54.03] | As I spark mad iszm |
| [03:56.07] | The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : DJ Premier, KRS One |
| [00:00.00] | Intro |
| [00:00.30] | Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.64] | Cos I' m KRS and I' m on the mic, and Premier' s on The Breaks |
| [00:10.91] | Verse 1 |
| [00:31.24] | If you don' t know me by now I doubt you' ll ever know me |
| [00:34.56] | I never won a Grammy, I won' t win a Tony |
| [00:37.06] | But I' m not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:39.05] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go " Illlll!" |
| [00:42.60] | Check the time as I rhyme, it' s 1995 |
| [00:45.02] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:47.84] | Flow with the master rhymer, that' s to leave behind |
| [00:50.32] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.03] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:58.37] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:00.94] | Call up KRS, I' m guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:03.52] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread |
| [01:06.05] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:08.75] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:11.67] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:14.32] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:16.91] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas |
| [01:19.51] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:22.12] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:24.49] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:27.18] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:29.92] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:32.93] | But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer |
| [01:35.93] | Verse 2 |
| [01:56.91] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [01:59.20] | The hardcore, that' s what KRS is here for |
| [02:01.88] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:04.15] | If you see then ya saw I' m in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:07.43] | MC' s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:10.61] | Let' s battle to see who headlines |
| [02:12.67] | Instead of flow for flow let' s go show for show |
| [02:15.30] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:18.20] | Too many MC' s take that word ' emcee' lightly |
| [02:20.86] | They can' t Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:23.54] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:26.16] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:28.77] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit |
| [02:31.63] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit |
| [02:34.51] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:35.84] | My title you will never get, I' m too intelligent |
| [02:38.41] | I' ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:41.65] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it |
| [02:45.42] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:47.18] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can' t get with it |
| [02:49.87] | Verse 3 |
| [03:10.07] | Some MC' s don' t like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:14.38] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:16.48] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:19.56] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deckin' em |
| [03:21.99] | Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine? |
| [03:24.64] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:26.94] | MC' s standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:29.71] | When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin' |
| [03:32.18] | I don' t burn, I don' t freeze, yet some MC' s |
| [03:35.00] | Believe they could tangle with the likes of these |
| [03:37.35] | Cross your t' s and dot your i' s whenever I arrive |
| [03:39.90] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:42.74] | You dope, you lied, I reside like artifacts |
| [03:46.01] | On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified |
| [03:48.22] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:50.46] | Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heatseeking lyricism |
| [03:54.03] | As I spark mad iszm |
| [03:56.07] | The 1996 lyrical style' s what I give ' em |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : DJ Premier, KRS One |
| [00:00.00] | Intro |
| [00:00.30] | Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.64] | Cos I' m KRS and I' m on the mic, and Premier' s on The Breaks |
| [00:10.91] | Verse 1 |
| [00:31.24] | If you don' t know me by now I doubt you' ll ever know me |
| [00:34.56] | I never won a Grammy, I won' t win a Tony |
| [00:37.06] | But I' m not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:39.05] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go " Illlll!" |
| [00:42.60] | Check the time as I rhyme, it' s 1995 |
| [00:45.02] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:47.84] | Flow with the master rhymer, that' s to leave behind |
| [00:50.32] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.03] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:58.37] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:00.94] | Call up KRS, I' m guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:03.52] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread |
| [01:06.05] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:08.75] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:11.67] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:14.32] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:16.91] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas |
| [01:19.51] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:22.12] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:24.49] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:27.18] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:29.92] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:32.93] | But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer |
| [01:35.93] | Verse 2 |
| [01:56.91] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [01:59.20] | The hardcore, that' s what KRS is here for |
| [02:01.88] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:04.15] | If you see then ya saw I' m in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:07.43] | MC' s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:10.61] | Let' s battle to see who headlines |
| [02:12.67] | Instead of flow for flow let' s go show for show |
| [02:15.30] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:18.20] | Too many MC' s take that word ' emcee' lightly |
| [02:20.86] | They can' t Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:23.54] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:26.16] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:28.77] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit |
| [02:31.63] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit |
| [02:34.51] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:35.84] | My title you will never get, I' m too intelligent |
| [02:38.41] | I' ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:41.65] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it |
| [02:45.42] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:47.18] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can' t get with it |
| [02:49.87] | Verse 3 |
| [03:10.07] | Some MC' s don' t like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:14.38] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:16.48] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:19.56] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deckin' em |
| [03:21.99] | Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine? |
| [03:24.64] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:26.94] | MC' s standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:29.71] | When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin' |
| [03:32.18] | I don' t burn, I don' t freeze, yet some MC' s |
| [03:35.00] | Believe they could tangle with the likes of these |
| [03:37.35] | Cross your t' s and dot your i' s whenever I arrive |
| [03:39.90] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:42.74] | You dope, you lied, I reside like artifacts |
| [03:46.01] | On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified |
| [03:48.22] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:50.46] | Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heatseeking lyricism |
| [03:54.03] | As I spark mad iszm |
| [03:56.07] | The 1996 lyrical style' s what I give ' em |
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