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(feat. KRS-One) |
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[Intro:] |
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Yo what's up? |
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This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One. |
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Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex |
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So I say... |
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[Hook:] |
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Me never never never cross over |
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Me never never never never go commercial la la [x2] |
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[Verse 1:] |
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You ain't major you minor |
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Get behind a real rhymer |
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Graff writer, chart climber, path finder, rewinder |
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A minute |
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That ass let me get WAY up in it |
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Now you did it |
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You steppin' to me like you some type of lyrical chef |
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But like Coolio said G you better make a leeeft |
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Now you in the party actin' hard |
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You need to be home asleep so you can wake up early and get a job |
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Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin' |
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Say hello to the Boogie Down Production |
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MC's today are too pretty what a pity |
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I represent the city where it's gritty |
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And GRIMY I'm ferrous you're curious |
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Just try me if you're serious |
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Who's your trainer I'll smash you in the face with a bottle |
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Hit the toggle switch back to a role model |
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You Benedict Arnold |
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I'll calm you |
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You ain't wild I heard this kid in Brooklyn with the same style |
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Timing for timing your rhymin' |
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And with that biddy bye bye follow me massive you don't wanna go there |
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I got mad skills and style I will get wild |
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Feel my file |
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Conceptually ahead by miles |
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Who's to blame when your lyrics are lame? |
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No octane just can't play the game quite the same |
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I'm in the passing lane |
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Shoooom I go by you like a Japanese bullet train |
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I heard you trying to damage my name |
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But can...you...stand..the...rain? |
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The one's I don't kill go insane |
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Fuck the flamboyant MC I come plain (complain) |
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What you tryin' for? |
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What you lyin' for? |
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You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for? |
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So lets settle the score with rhythmic metaphor |
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Strickly the motherfuckin' God core |
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So I say |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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So I leap through |
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And dominate the microphone I speak through |
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I'm writtin' for the people bite if you need to |
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I can see through |
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And see dat |
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You saw an MC and tried to be dat |
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That MC you saw ME |
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Can you believe dat? |
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And agree dat |
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True lyrics will always suffice? |
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And R.E.A.L. meanin' Rhymes Equal Actual Life |
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Is the true essence and ebony |
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Trace your record sales G |
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Somethings are pure luck others things are meant to be |
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I bet they'll mention me |
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In the next century |
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"KRS-One innovator in early rap poetry" |
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Simotainusly you will be forgotten |
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While in the year 2000 'Criminal Minded' will STILL be rockin' |
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You waste your time battlin' me |
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I got mine happenin' see |
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You should of thought G |
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You should of thought sooner |
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Instead of battlin' me you need to plan your longevity |
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Before you die broke like Sammy Davis Jr. |
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The solar followed by the lunar |
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Followed by the solar |
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Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola |
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The point is that |
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Whatever the outcome of the battle |
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The battle goes on with more french fries and soda |
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So I say... |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Pass the ? |
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Pass it over here beginner |
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Battlin' me ain't worth it just to say you are the winner |
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You'll still be rippin' parties, no |
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(I'll) still be rippin' parties |
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You'll still be eatin' McDonalds for dinner |
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So all you teeny weeny iddy bitty yellow polka dot MCs |
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I travel the world while you stuck around the way |
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You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs trapped inside your city (ha ha) |
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Turn off your mic you got nothing else to say |
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So back up from my yard |
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Move from the door |
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You name ain't Funkmaster so what you Flexin' for? |
