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You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that... Duck! Or wind up DOWN!! Fiyah! Huh Pal Joey in the house D Square in the house Check it out You're stuck up your luck's up you fucked up you're mud up You can't even jump up so shut the fuck up Whattup? Tough love buck buck bucka is all you're gonna hear when KRS One step up I'm thick like syrup no I'm not ?Kura? Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical subliminal, I'm original metaphysical Criminal Minder Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver I'ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner you'll see, when you come to the show BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion Cryin MC's they be cryin when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, 'Please, please!' But I'll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny Rockin many, good n plenty Any MC tests me gets done Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue Lyrics by KRS-One DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK! BO! Duck down! Sucker MC's duck! DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down! I don't battle to lose or win, I battle to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin I'm permanent punk, like a metallic marker KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker A pity I'm K-R, you ain't no superstar ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit You ain't shit, you never was shit So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit! Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee Maybe we should rethink the strategy see Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker cause the only word you know is motherfucker Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it's KRS Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin like a gift, don't step to KRS, you're dismissed! DUCK! DUCK! Sucker MC's duck down! DUCK! BO! Ree-WINNNNND!! DUCK! BO! |
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Chorus: Black drug dealer you have to wise up And organize your business so that we can rise up If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool Organize your money and open up a school Verse One: Drug dealer understand historical fact Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black We are under attack here comes another cold fact In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc. Now in 90 their live's a lot better They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers Organized economically, understand the psychology America is the drug monopoly They own the block and kill your brother for Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour But who do you think picks up the bill? A hard workin fireman? Chill Repeat Chorus 2X Verse Two: Eighty percent of American business is created illegally This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me If you're really in the drug game to win it Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it Everyone else did it now they chillin Above the law, while your under the law still killin One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother America's not your mother Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong Just check out the logic in the song Organize, realize, become unhypnotized To the lies that your livin for the get high See many people have forgotten the fact That America was never ever built for Black So when some people are gonna run and buy crack Take the money and put it back into Black It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it With knowledge, education for the people Ill never stop it Organize and legitimize your business Remember, everybody else did this Repeat Chorus 2X |
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[KRS One]
*snapping fingers and singing* Ha ha hah hah! Da doo doo doo do doo You wanna test me are you stupid? Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind KRS One is the DON seen? Come down Kenny Park ah!! Hahaha you know I don't know what your management be tellin you I don't know what your producers be tellin you But yo you step this way You're gettin PLAYED out of position So let me give you a little style Check it out Everytime KRS-One steps in the jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out That's it! None of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's you either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful None of em lyrical but their ego is critical Like I said I'm not a Muslim but to Allah I'm obedient Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's CONVENIENT And I've seen it! Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean it Others are dreamin it with Sex Me and Do Me and I'd rather listen to the Brand Nubians You know it's funny everybody wants money And material things from cars and chicken wings When they sing, they sing for the cash They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash You get respect by bein creative and yes a native to your audience, so you know reality In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex? If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check? All of this is incorrect First should always come respect The charts are not equal to the respect of the people Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model Right on stage, you'll get a bottle You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy But I'm a Parker so I'll play you like Monopoly Don't entertain the thought of droppin me To think of me as anything less than your teacher Crazy you got to be These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily I rip it up constantly You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle The teacher will come, again and again and again and again To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync The lyrics I write, help me think to guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place You're lucky you're from the same race A simple technique will keep you on beat With the style from the street you compete with the elite that's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak I seek the direction of the brown complexion So every year, I appear somewhere that you hear my dear to get one thing clear Whether on welfare or millionaire Don't step to this here or you outta here Allow me now to please change the gear ?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!? ?We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip-hop You come into the place you can't LOOK in my face Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height See there are millions of stars in the sky When the sun appears none are visible to the eye Why, the reason is the sun is the sun You can't possibly rock, until I'm done and finished, and like the evening I'll fade But when I return you'll cry for more shade So check the dancestyle cause I am not Softening up it's time that I rock and sing Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling! But instead bring intellect pon ting Cause you can inject ignorance in rap But Kenny Parker ain't tryin to hear that |
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[Kenny] Yeah.. whoo! Aiyyo Will?
[Will] Whassup Kenny? [Kenny] I got a serious problem man [Will] What's the problem? [Kenny] Yo after all these years of rippin shit These suckers still try to front! [Will] But check this out we've been on tour with everybody so I don't know why they frontin [Kenny] Everybody! Y'all be in every party I be in every jam I see they faces and they look at me and front [Will] They come to every show and know we break shit up all the time [Kenny] You know what.. yo Kris, what's your opinion? [KRS-One] Yo, I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me Rearrange me, tame me, try to game me, you don't play me When I grab the mic then SHOCK the party spot Your rhymes are flip-flop, I'll rock, hip-hop Non-stop, me nah stop rock You CAN touch this, but you'll get shot Now what's this all about? Kris and humanity In my face you're happy, on vinyl you're mad at me Yo, pro-blackness is your solution But I don't really know about that style you using yo Too many Teachers in the class spoil the class After awhile you got blabbering fucking fools That's worse than always talking about sex, let's build It ain't enough to study Clarence 13X The white man ain't the devil I promise You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas Now you're saying, 'Who?' like you a owl Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell You talk about being African and being black Colin Powell's black, but Libya he'll attack Libya's in Africa, but a black man will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland An accomplice to the devil is a devil too The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you? I lecture and rap without rehearsal I manifest as a black man but I'm universal The capital K, small R-I-S Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R We are, the star Without the use of a car we go far I build and destroy! [Kenny] Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em! [Will] Yo why're they so jealous of BDP? [Kenny] I don't know Will.. yo don't get mad, get fresh man! [Will] Word [KRS] Don't ever try to challenge BDP! [Kenny] Man.. just shut the fuck up and listen! [KRS-One] This shit is crazy! Your remarks don't faze me! People have a problem with me, cause I ain't lazy I talk on vinyl then I act What have you done, besides critique KRS-One? I create organizations Without organization, there'll be no black nation What the fuck are you really saying? You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the devil all the day, that's the least What are you doing for yourself black man? Trying hard to be the original man - who? The first man, with the first tan, on the first land with the first clan, who gives a damn???! In history KRS is WELL advised But it's something that my brain won't memorize I don't base my whole life on memory I base my life on my spirit and body chemistry Africa is the home of humanity Which makes the African a humanist, challenge me You gotta learn not to be so concerned with the original man, and see the criminal man, yeah! The now man, with the now plan, with the now tan with the right now genocide master plan Damn! We gotta think about stopping this God is not any black man on the land; God is conciousness When you understand this you'll see Kris Until then, you can get dissed I'm not your prophet, messiah, minister, or savior Chill with that ill behavior I zero in like a laser You're cuttin your wrists with a razor I got all type of flavors Yes I am the original teacher You gotta study the Qu'ran, Torah, Bahavaghita The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen And when you've read them shits, READ them shits again! But watch what you're repeatin If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading! Yeah I'm still the original Leaving MC's lyrically miserable Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY Cause I build and destroy! [Kenny] Now.. after all that if anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats we rip the jams, we'll straight up rip that ass knowhatI'msayin Will? [Will] Word! [KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot On the mic you'll get fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up Don't you know we live for the battle? I'm outta here Yo cut that beat off |
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featuring Freddie Foxxx
[KRS One] * voice echoing* Think you dope? Want this title? Then you better come step up or step OFF! [Freddie Foxxx] Yo check this out all jokes aside Let's get busy [KRS One] Word! Blastmaster KRS One in the house Hah everybody for some reason wanna be a gangsta You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA [Freddie Foxxx] Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X And guess what's next [KRS-One] Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat But ahh, now dis a KRS, me nah takes dat When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back Then me, FLY ALL AROUND THE EMCEE WORLD KRS, the Artical, is not to be [*changes from patois*] fucked with, ? with, or tampered with Don't give a fuck if you wanna riff But when you say Kris, already derivative of Kris My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (HUH) As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack Set back, your career, like a quarterback that broke his back, my tongue is like a bat Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (RRRRRUFF!) I'm all that, come with your whole pack You'll be prayin to the God of Isaac So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh] Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF [Freddie Foxxx] Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx (Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk Cause I'm the maddest nigga in New York (hah!) I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't like I wanna fight, so when I drop the mic I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip (suckers) that wanna be pimps How I heard it said that a pimp'll sell his ass if his hoe won't, but Freddie Foxxx don't Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess Open hearts on the floor as I explore rappers that wanted to be more than number four Number one's a hard spot; either you fight or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!) Three Tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades and I aim to get PAID! So who wanna step to this, don't come soft Cause I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!) And when the cops come to get me I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack about who's nice, and who's whack, MOTHERFUCK THAT They know my style, and my rep, every stage that I stepped on - I was the rapper they slept on But y'all rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant bombs in your house, I'ma wake you up and punch you in your motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out Take your sons to safety, cause they're just kids and I wanna raise em to face me And when they get a little bigga I'ma MARK them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints on the trigger -- double homicide, call the vice Another rapper and his family with no life Yeah you're Mr. Tough and, you're full of stuff and and Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin I got you in my torture chamber and you scream Oh God damn, it's like _Silence of the Lambs_ but I don't mangle em and eat em I take MC's to the war zone, and there I defeat em It gets much worse, with every verse as the F-R-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS! Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims You suckers know my name! Aiyyo Kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what?) Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF [KRS-One] This is the year that I go all out (why?) Edutainment's what I'm all about (and) I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause) because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout (well kick it) Get on down, to the hip hip hop Before I start, peace to Scott LaRock! (word) Now let me drop the style that has action Cause many MC's don't believe they're rappin They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity This is not, what hip-hop is meant to be (word up) I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street for the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on their feet (kick it) I don't compete, I defeat and delete ya then critique ya, all MC's retreat, HERE COMES THE T'CHA Chewin suckers like Smuckers Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers Yeah, I'm like the movie _Aliens_ I hide inside your right hand man, when you think you got me BAM! My head comes out your chest A mutilated mess of nastyness Chunks of bloody flesh, yes KRS on the slaughter Specialize in instant rhyme style, you simply add water Evian, I pull the string then RING-DING-DING, DING-DING-DING-DING Back in the days, I wrote +South Bronx+ The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt It's wack, when a sucker DJ babbles on Soupin up MC's to battle on song That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic in 1992 the original it ain't plastic Everybody know, BDP, is fantastic, burn like acid Credit card plastic, stretch like elastic Love and respect is the TACTIC Bam! In your motherfuckin face KRS in the place I never liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway (Fi-YAH!) [Freddie Foxxx] Well you know I like hoes, cause I'm a mack but I don't like the wack tracks, youknowhatI'msayin? And for all your suckers out there that underestimate the militant mack, get the BO-ZACK You know what I mean? (Word) Word! [KRS-One] You know why? Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack [Freddie Foxxx] Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * echoes * [KRS-One] Motherfuckers! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to fade * |
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Act off your instinct And think in a wink or blink I'll make your body shrink I use ink and memory my record companies selling me My fans be telling me I'm the greatest You hate this rigid metaphysical criminal mided poet Don't blow it if it's lost I'll show it If its torn I'll sew it It's kinda off beat yeah I know it The styles I originate I don't wait for fate I practice love not hate But MCs get ache They wait and hesitate on the act But always can debate on that trivial fact This is KRS and I'm black! Same color as the brothers in Iraq War is wack, especially when you die in vain Bush invaded Panama, how can you really place blame on Hussein? Regardless of the name, the insane economic game has got to change Like a range rover over the plains I come equipped to rip shit Not ignorant, intelligent - artistic - inquisitive - poisitive and negative The sedative is the poetry I give How yah live KRS is in the house! The poisonous product (is) pimped out to poor people Penetrates pieces of their thinking equal It comes in peaceful thru the 'TELL-LIE-VISION' Distorts your vision Now the lies got you wishin' thru transmission You wanna be a better Christitan You wake up sunday mornin' to watch 'TELL-LIE-VISION' Mission - Christians be sayin 'Accept Jesus in your life' Christianaty was founded 400 years after Christ What are you accepitng in your life? Christianty or the teachings of Christ? Make up your mind, they're not the same thing In 1992 the blind leads the blind Right into the ground they can't show you where god is Because they haven't found! First - put down your Bible and release your sins The Bible is dead, god is alive Within, metaphysically speaking, I'll be clear You wanna see god? Take a look in the mirror! A tree is always known by its fruit A human being can walk up right or crawl like a brute Yeah, now who do you salute? The barbarian teaches us to hate our roots! Despise our culutre, look for culture in another man's existance Resist this - resist this master plan... To turn the black man into a statistic Why? Cuz he's materialistic He wants to make a record but thru none of the logistics of it Love it or leave it alone Blastmaster KRS is on the microphone In the houuuuuseee... |
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Yo Kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don't Money I don't know they frontin Yo why we don't get no respect? I don't know man They got all them gangsta lookalike know y'know But you know what? All them fraud magazines I'm tired of I'm tired of us not bein on no covers But you know what? We rock the streets ANYWAY regardless to what anybody say Well well yo yo I tell you As long as you rip up the streets you don't GOTTA have no press, youknowhatI'msayin? That's right As long as you stay true to the streets All these wannabe black, black, black Black nuttin - you know, chewin all that black Cause they ain't really reportin nuttin on no black nuttin They wanna be right, and they wanna be, rap, and.. That's why I read The Final Call The Final Call got it goin on, youknowhatI'msayin? Yeah I mean, if you really wanna check out somethin black I mean, all these other magazines, they got They can only show you the light-skinned girl or the light-skinned guy, and all of that, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't with all that nonsense Ha hah, we won't name any names But they know who they are though! Ha hah, knowhatI'msayin? Watch yourself I don't know why we can't get no covers though! Yo Kris, I don't why cause we just slammin everywhere we go Yo, BDP been rockin for like six years now Six long hard rough years, youknowhatI'msayin? And, and for some reason everytime these COMMERCIAL acts come out they get the cover the first.. they could drop a twelve inch single and they be snatchin up the cover You know why? Cause they don't wanna deal with reality in any of these magazines Hey Kris, I got the answer to ALL your problems What's that? Just interview yourself Interview myself? Yeah! Aight check it out Kick it! [KRS-One] Question: Why everything you do is fresh? Answer: My name, Blastmaster KRS Question: You only write reality, why? Answer: No time to waste, our people are going to die Question: Going to die? Please explain this topic Answer: Some people are using ignorance to make a profit Question: How do we stop it? Answer: Throw em in a jail cell and lock it Question: Why, are people so stupid? Answer: They got a brain and fail to use it Question: How did it get like this? Answer: People are more worried about ass and tits and little bits of information The barbarians teach us just to be barbarians in the nation This new creation takes on the manifestation of the Board of Education Question: What's the solution? Answer: Organized, revolution Question: Revolution implies killing.. Answer: Whether you fight or talk, the blood is STILL SPILLING, and we're chilling Thinking of our history as Elmer Fudd Everything, black people got in this country they got through shedding their blood, word! But they ain't gonna print all that They too concerned about what you wearin what kind of Benz you got, or BM But I think this year since we knockin all these sucker frauds out, you might get some press But when you talk that conciousness - nobody wants to listen Word up, it's a crying shame though I, ah-I tell you this though if I was talkin sex and all that nonsense I'd get ALL the covers Yo Kris, just chill, and interview yourself That's what I like to hear Aight aight check it out [KRS-One] Everything you learned in law school can be taught, when you're six years old But they make you wait and wait and wait and wait and wait, and of course, the information, is then sold But what if you can't afford to pay? You walk around ignorant all day! The pimp don't care, it's really your decision Kick up that money hoe!! Oh, I mean tuition They be dissin, that ass you be kissin Sittin in a room with a liar, and you must listen Question: Who are you dissin? Answer: The concept that turns a rapper, into a dancer Question: Are you really all that fresh? Answer: Yes, yes.. YES! Or, 'si,' to the people speakin Spanish You better make use of KRS, before he vanish But all these magazines'll vanish before you will They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop from BDP Yo yo but check it out Will They ain't interested in no real hip-hop They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin and real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is Why why why? Yo I think some of these journalists need to start gettin punched in they face Hah, I got a big fist |
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This one hyah is a must
Let top selector crush y'all with skill Cause ya know it's so skillful long time for reggae music no hip hop music could take it with said speed So come.. BUST! [KRS One] All you see in the newspapers nowadays is nuff gal talk bout them been raped and them been molested and them been beat up and them been all sexed up SEEN? Hahahah But now KRS One comes to give you this Come down, come down, come down Well now you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're creepin and you're SLEEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel? SAY GAL! You wan good sex we can tell? SAY GAL! Your skirt so tight it hug your butt SAY GAL! You're lookin like you really want.. want.. GAL! Don't tell me you can wear what you want Cause nowadays a most dem gal a dressin like a slut SAY GAL! A woman must, respect herself SAY GAL! So leave the see-through dress upon the shelf Because you're creepin and you're sleepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're sleepin and you're CREEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me SAY GAL! You don't wan man call ya bitch SAY GAL! You walk down the street with a switch SAY GAL! Have the answer, control your body SAY GAL! You know you kyan't test me You wanna hug me, you're kinda sexy But if me rush up an' feel your body BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're creepin and you're SLEEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me .. SAY GAL! KRS keep one lady SAY GAL! All ya kind, nah nobody rush me SAY GAL! At the show, ya MOVE ya body but, I better show now what ya wan' with me Don't try to set me up now witcha own demo tape Don't try to set me up now wit the statuatory rape You wanna hug me, and try to sex me But if me rush up an' feel your body BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me REEEEEEEEEEEWIND! Now all hip-hop reggae crew Hip-hop reggae crew in Holland Hip-hop reggae crew in London Hip-hop reggae crew in Germany Hip-hop reggae crew in Japan Hip-hop reggae crew in L.A. Hip-hop reggae crew in New York We run tings every single time Sydney Mills, KRS-One, Kenny Parker, D-Square, SEEN? Now all golddigger hold tight SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel? SAY GAL! You wan good sex you can tell? SAY GAL! Your skirt so tight it hug your butt SAY GAL! You're lookin you really want.. want.. GAL! Don't say ya wear what ya want Cause nowadays MOST gal dress like a slut SAY GAL! A woman must, respect herself SAY GAL! So leave that see-through dress up on the shelf Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're sleepin and you're CREEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me .. [Kenny Parker] This should take five seconds Yo, this is DJ Kenny Parker in the house I just wanna say peace to my man BizMarkie EPMD, De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest Shabba Ranks, Ice-T over on the West Coast Nice and Smooth, GangStarr And umm Kid Capri And yo check out this next beat cause it's kinda FUNKY! |
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Yeah.. ahh back to that old shit!
For all you FAKE ass teachers out there Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up! [KRS One] The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin 'Damn Kris is kinda big!' Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my FUCKIN name Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [KRS-One] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin LONG range People died so I can rhyme.. you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my FUCKIN name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island Heather B.. Ska-Danks.. D-Square.. Sidney Mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! |
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Hu hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! And you just don't stop, FIYAH! And you just don't stop Prince Paul in the house, lick two shots Come down! POM POM! POM POM! POM POM! Check it out! Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and.. wheela! Nuff man dem come again my selectin on and on cause why? We run tings every time Uptown massive just settle Brooklyn chill out! Now we come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen? Come down my selector! All crew just hold tight Nuff respect, check it out! R&B now run tings again an' rock'n'roll now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Shabba Ranks him inna hip-hop style Ziggy Marley inna hip-hop style ? ? ? inna hip-hop style KRS-One in de dance, make a man go WILD KRS the artical Don Rock from Ja-pan, all the way to Brooklyn Open in the Bronx, at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot Me never listen to all them slow jam They wanna talk bout a woman and man Give me a jam that, is not a scam Can you address mine self, who I am? Check it! Check it! Me don't wan sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Look on the radio, them talk bout sex Look man TV, there nuff violence KRS him always make sense But the radio station have NO intelligence Inna America the problem is immense Inna England the problem is immense Up in the Bronx, yes the problem is immense Every man and woman wan sex and violence You kyan't see this it's, ignorance You kyan't see there is no intelligence You kyan't see there is no common sense When you think of entertainment, there's sex and violence, so R&B now run tings again an' country music now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Check it! What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Everybody inna hip-hop style I.C.U. inna hip-hop style KRS inna hip-hop style Yes ? cause dance go wild You never know see a kid learn quick Him want money so him flash down lyric Him want money so him flash down lyric Pure, sucker screw but where him get it? Sucker screw is entertainment Sucker screw the people want it Sucker screw but we revere it So AIDS now becomes the epidemic Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it R&B now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again R&B now run tings again country music you're lookin at your end KRS the artical DON! Rock from Japan all the way to Brooklyn Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot |
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'And now a word from our sponsor..'
[KRS One] Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this Like givin information to the ones that are new to this You wanna make a record and get into the business? Here's a little plan from a six year witness First you gotta understand the music game It's not about fame it's about a rich name and who you're down with and who you clown with But most of all, you got to have a gift ('it's like that') Either music or the fresh lyrics or a vibe; people like to buy your spirit Everybody knows KRS-One is dope To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah! There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel But if you don't have a lawyer you're a GONER Don't even think about chillin in a sauna You need a lawyer, and a good manager Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how not to get jerked when you do hard work! 'It's like that y'all' *16X* 'One, two, three, WHOO!' [KRS-One] Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it Many MC's reached the top and then BLEW it You say, 'I knew it, that last jam was wack' Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw cause, you're not hardcore! What makes a jam isn't luck or fate It's writin the jams that the people can relate to Or else they'll HATE you The public will mark you down as a fake crew You don't need allathat Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start But a lot of MC's want girls and wanna live on top of the world In the jam they wanna flirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work! 'It's like that y'all' *16X* [KRS-One] Now understand, rap is rebellious music Therefore, only the rebel should use it But pop artists abuse it When the audience hears real rap, they boo it See rap music is a culture And everyone outside that culture is a vulture The vulture makes money on the culture Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya But you're either usin rap like the devil or you're pushin rap to another level So don't wait for your company's promotions staff Promote yourself with your own cash! But this might mean you can't buy gold You might have to put that on hold Cause if the artist falls, they diss him! But if the company falls, the artist falls with them! This ain't about a tight skirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work! |
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Stick up!!!
All gwan put your hands up in de air and turn around with your face to the ground Stick up!!! Here we go Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps? Wimps sitting behind a desk You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction when you don't respond to them TAXING You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt Like with the church the rules were somehow bent The more money you make the more money you can have You lose your mind after a while trying to just grab and grab and grab and grab and grab until the pimps roll around real mad, what they say? 'Pick up that money hoe!' You done all the work, but now a part of the show You're a hoe, you pimped all around real fresh Got letters on they chest spelling I, R, S And they be taxing, asking, sitting back relaxing Pimping asian, european, blacks and chicano Hah hah! But they can't pimp a wino Why? Because a wino don't want nuttin It's when you try to get ahead they start frontin Capitalism -- the system of pimps and hoes I'm sorry that's the way it goes In this particular system everyone's a slave Racist is how they want us to behave White Johnny, be fighting black Michael Both are blind to the system's sick cycle In a circle psychotically they slay each other with a grin, because of color of a skin 'Pick up that money hoe!' (3X) Now we don't want to get you all alarmed A little education never did you no harm When Africa's free the African will be free Capitalism says we're ALL in slavery They're not looking at the color of a human brother April 15th they're looking at your mother! 'Pick up that money hoe!' You work all week, and now your money has to go to a pimp, and it's you that limp They cut your check and take a tenth Don't wanna hear no lip, about support of family Cause on a piece of paper that's a fantasy They don't care if you're in a bad mood Your wife needs shoes, your kids need food Uh-uh, pick up that money honey The pimps so serious they're funny! They'll look you straight into your face and tell you that your money's going to a good place Like Social Security or Welfare But if you go to the Bahamas you'll see them all there 'Pick up that money hoe!' (4X) |
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Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? The only way to talk to God is in church? Hah hah hah, you must be KIDDING For years they kept God hidden Look for God in self, not in what's written Turn this up and listen If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian YOU wouldn't be a Christian!!! *whip cracks twice* Your whole culture's missing Hebrews are African, see they originated Judaism The belief in one God is monotheism, see the truth is not hard All you gotta know is the facts When religion mixes with politics... it ALL GETS WACK You gotta know your history, or they'll tell you that God is a mystery And when you're born, you're born in sin That's bullshit. That's BULLSHIT! They're only saying you can't win You can't succeed, you can't acheive Don't ask about God, just sit there and believe Well I ain't tryin to hear that lesson Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know is that the truth can always be questioned YEAH that's how I'm livin Ask and ye shall be given When you're lyin, hah hah hah, you got no answers You got handclappers and a WHOLE lotta dancers in the church or sanctuary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary!!! that hung out with criminals I would say read the Bible but it's not the original So it's really misleading If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading If you DON'T know the history of the author you don't know what you've read You can't taste the nectar That answers the question on why I do lectures Cause where every MC claims to be the teacher, I be DISSIN professors Keep that Bible on your shelf God helps those that help themselves Stop reading from a dead book Stop reading from a dead book for a live God! You know how stupid you look! God reads the Bible with you You both read the language of the devil that's dissing you What can the next man do with a Bible in his hand that you yourself can't do? Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Jew Burning candles don't get you down with the universal crew So why you dress up on Easter and worship a false Mary that looks like Mona Lisa? Hah hah, damn you lost On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells jingle* On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells keep jingling* On Christmas what's the purpose of Santa Claus!!! Or Saint Nickalaus, I'm sick of this wickedness All revolutionaries check this I'm not synthetic I'm not anti-Christian, anti-Muslim, anti-Buddhist, or anti-Semitic But I will set it off in the temple Cause the real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental *starts echoing* The real holy place is mental *echoing a lot* The real holy place is mental! The real holy place is mental!!! Mental-physical, metaphysical |
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