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Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like |
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One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal |
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You get to the top of the game and the dream come true |
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Kurupt and |
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KRS-One freestyle |
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Yes, yes y'all, yeah, yeah y'all(Uh) |
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KRS y'all, uh, huh, uh, huh(Uh) |
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Yeah Kurupt, y'all |
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Time to check it out, uh, huh |
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Prophecy, y'all yes yes, y'all(Yea) |
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KRS, y'all, uh, huh, like this y'all(Yea) |
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You know what's up comin' through like that(Haha) |
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I laugh at that, your whole premise is off |
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I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at |
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Abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77 |
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I'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it |
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I spit lead into better men, you a veteran, ain't no tellin' |
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What I send to get them yet another one |
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My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again(Unverified) |
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Then again |
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I noticed that everybody |
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Think they can fuck with us but luckily |
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I noticedEverybody want to be close to us, tryin' to bust when they bust |
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I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin' with us |
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My style's out this universe, words that serve all these emcees |
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They hear pre-verbs |
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I break them down to nouns and verbs |
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They know exactly what |
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I do, I run through crew for crew |
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KRS, it's on you, baby |
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True underground, |
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Boogey Down got them runnin' around |
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Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down |
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And makin' them frown, true underground |
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Not a class clown, copy, guilty ass, papi |
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I roll with the mash out posse |
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The beat down posse, terror squad |
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You'll find you was never hard |
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When the clip loads and |
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I yell Flip- |
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ModeMy faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows |
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The best nose, goes live at breath shows |
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See I heard it before, word it before |
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Worded it before, before |
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Every emcee tried to serve it before |
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Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all |
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Fuck around with us the top dog |
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Murder all y'all, my minds incredible |
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I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness |
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What rhymes he creates |
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Is he the best? |
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Wonderin', nah, ain't no best |
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It's only me and |
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KRS we don't need no vest, mothafucka |
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Uh, like that, yeah, uh, huh, like that, uh(We gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic, Yeah) |
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Comin' through in the studio live |
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KRS-One, yeah |
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I'm still on |
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JiveBut I represent emcees now out in |
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Yeah, no doubt, |
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I be kurupt the raw dog and |
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I'm droppin' |
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Every emcee from here to |
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ComptonRaw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin |
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Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin' |
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The last round, the last nigga knocked down |
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Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round |
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And pound for pound, |
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I be from the |
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DogpoundIt's me a |
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Kris, nigga you can eat my dick |
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I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this |
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The lyricist poltergiest is way nice |
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Break and take them in freezers just like ice |
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Fuck around with me, |
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O.G, yo, we so precise |
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You know the teacher's agenda |
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We will be here forever, you plottin' to surrender |
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Action start, you start tremor |
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Never lose my temper, when my temple member |
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You know the center of the dope beat, remember |
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Yea, yea, haha |
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Raw dog assassin style |
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KRS and kurupt |
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Yea, yea, y'all, uh, huh |
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Like this, like this |
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Yeah, we make them bounce, |
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I make them bounce |
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We make them bounce, yo, |
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I make them bounce |
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Yo, I blaze a ounce, yeah, |
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I blaze a ounce |
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I'm gonna bounce to the ounce |
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When the homies come through |
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Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you |
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I leave ya flat, homie |
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You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie |
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I leave you all alone, in the danger zone |
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Lookin' at |
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Kurupt and didn't notice it was on |
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My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin' |
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Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin' |
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Me and Kris, we do it just like this |
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Lyricist, niggas can't fuck with this |
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That's right y'all, you heard what the man said |
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KRS-One styles could never be dead |
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Thats why we still in-in the studio |
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Chillin' it's about three o'clock |
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And we representin' real hip-hop |
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Now you know what time it is |
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We got the camera in our face |
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KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place |
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You know what time it is |
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We got to come back again |
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I got my friend, |
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I can't remember his name again |
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But I'm gonna keep flowin', gonna keep showin' |
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Remember the skills that out the box |
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We be blowin', like that, yo |
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Foxy you on the track |
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Come and get some'a that pass it right back |
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Now my man, |
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Kurupt, on the mic like this |
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Now come back and represent beside the |
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KrisClap your hands, get it all together then |
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See me come through, me and |
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KrisTougher than leather and every emcee who come through |
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Be better than you, |
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Claimin' they better than you |
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But we start severin' heads |
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Everybody lookin' at me |
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I flows from the head |
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Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what |
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I saidPunk ass niggas, don't realize the game |
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Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game |
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Seen the game, so im televisin the game |
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Surprisin' the game, oh no, |
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I'm risin' the game |
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They shook down they took down, shook like clowns |
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See me rockin' |
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I be rockin' all around |
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Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet |
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Throw it, |
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I show it, homeboy just don't blow it |
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Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth |
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Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me |
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Realizin' |
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I be makin' more money than |
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Spike LeeAnd that's my homie, |
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O.G to meYo, |
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Kris, we gonna do it like this(Yeah?) |
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Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick |
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Boogey Down, |
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Boogey Down |
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Boogey Down, |
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Boogey Down |
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Boogey Down production |
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Boogey Down, |
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Boogey Down |
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Boogey Down, |
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Boogey Down |
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Ha-ha ha-ha(Byatch) |
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Yo we out, dog(Bitch gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic) |
