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(feat. Busta Rhymes) |
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Verse One: KRS-One |
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Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak |
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And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks |
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Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets |
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cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach |
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Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ??? |
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Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit properly |
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I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly |
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Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily |
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Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me |
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Insanity it got to be |
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My true idenity is never meant to see |
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I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally |
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Busta RhymesYo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly! |
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Verse two: KRS-One |
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Thats the hip hop, the hibby |
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I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted |
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Like December 25th |
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Now let me flip |
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I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing |
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Even when it's snowing I'm party going |
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Free flowing and stomping! |
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Never tip-toeing |
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Overthrowing the comp |
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Big up Bronx! |
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I got more styles than the planet got women |
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I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women |
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Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin' |
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Your mental I'm afflictin' |
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Actin' ill and sickin' |
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Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em |
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Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them |
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As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine! |
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None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em |
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You rhyme |
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Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam |
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Chorus: |
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But rappers talk too much shit |
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And can't back it up with lyrics |
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Build ya skills |
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It's time for the raw shit |
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Not that on tour shit |
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That real hardcore shit |
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KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea |
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Bitin' mother****ers hear my shit and get up outta here! |
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I don't care this year |
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Alot of albums is wak this year |
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"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah! |
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Thanks for the invite |
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It's just about to get hype |
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That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like |
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I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying |
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Lyrical styles from the miracle child |
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Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? |
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Smile |
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I been here for awhile |
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Peep my style while I go on with the song |
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I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon |
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clicka clacka! clicka clacka! |
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Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper! |
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Stacks of money for videos I don't have it |
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You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent |
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Get your tape recorder fast kid |
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Boombastic another classic |
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Turn up the cassette! |
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All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin' |
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While soothin' any urges for booing |
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Ungluing your mouth from my private |
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The more the merrier |
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Syllable superior |
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East coast- West Coast battles are inferior |
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Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America |
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We need to expand rap beyond this land |
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Set up competitions with England and Japan |
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World cups for rappers that really **** shit for fun |
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....Yeah I know I'll get one |
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Chorus |