| Chorus/intro：krs-one (kid capri) | |
| Do or die *echoes* (they know, know what i mean?) | |
| Bring your clique, come on do or die *echoes* | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| (do or die *echoes*) | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique (come on) | |
| [krs-one] | |
| Yo, yo; i flash knowlegde not scandal | |
| Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles | |
| They burn on waxes in your sandle | |
| Microphone vandal, krs-one'll make em scamble | |
| When they gamble, i tear them like flannel | |
| You wanna battle? you'se a dreamer | |
| I put up my benz, you put up your beamer | |
| I guarantee ya, i leave ya standin with your beaper | |
| Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers | |
| You'll have no sound; while i'll be uptown in your adidas | |
| Don't mess with teachers we pray for peepers | |
| We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that | |
| Fair and square, don't even stare too long | |
| Or dare the wrong, i'm there and gone | |
| With a ?really simple? sing-a-long | |
| Chorus: kid capri and krs | |
| [kid] do or die, i'm sayin its you and i | |
| [k&k] bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| *repeat 3x* | |
| [krs] yo, yo kid capri is the dopest | |
| Open up the door, let me come in the place | |
| Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face | |
| Just a little taste, yo i'm kinda nuts like planters | |
| The haters save your money cause this album is bananas! | |
| I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while | |
| Been flowin like the nile from when you was just a child | |
| Now its ninety-eight, and i will not hesitate | |
| You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight! | |
| Your lightweight, i devistate on the equal races | |
| No i'm not a racist, but no race could really face this | |
| I hate this, no i don't, you'll face kris, no you won't | |
| You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope | |
| Like a billy goat, i ram your set like blaow! | |
| Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground | |
| Boogie-down, let me make one thing clear | |
| Bx, baby this is our year | |
| Try here and die here, superfly here | |
| As i threw my spear near, think what to do my dear | |
| I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing | |
| Still blazin, played the low on occasion | |
| [kid capri] | |
| We make hotter, john blaze | |
| You niggas rockin in the wrong ways | |
| I make your head knock while the song plays | |
| Kid capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough | |
| Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald | |
| Let's make it happen, me and you rappin | |
| Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at | |
| Its all good but your rap style seems to be common | |
| If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin | |
| Chorus | |
| [krs-one] | |
| South bronx! | |
| I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor | |
| So i slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja | |
| I'm all up in your white blood | |
| My style is devestatin, your renovatin like hud | |
| What, you expect when i'm on the set | |
| Don't forget, i'm givin in cash and wreck | |
| You still ain't ready yet, better yet | |
| When i connect all y'all hit the deck! | |
| Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check | |
| You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty | |
| If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me | |
| But don't worry, hurry in the clubs i get wit em | |
| Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium | |
| Only sucker mc's be like kris got some ish with him | |
| Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him | |
| Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him | |
| Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him? | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus intro: krsone kid capri | |
| Do or die echoes they know, know what i mean? | |
| Bring your clique, come on do or die echoes | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| do or die echoes | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique come on | |
| krsone | |
| Yo, yo i flash knowlegde not scandal | |
| Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles | |
| They burn on waxes in your sandle | |
| Microphone vandal, krsone' ll make em scamble | |
| When they gamble, i tear them like flannel | |
| You wanna battle? you' se a dreamer | |
| I put up my benz, you put up your beamer | |
| I guarantee ya, i leave ya standin with your beaper | |
| Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers | |
| You' ll have no sound while i' ll be uptown in your adidas | |
| Don' t mess with teachers we pray for peepers | |
| We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that | |
| Fair and square, don' t even stare too long | |
| Or dare the wrong, i' m there and gone | |
| With a ? really simple? singalong | |
| Chorus: kid capri and krs | |
| kid do or die, i' m sayin its you and i | |
| k k bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| repeat 3x | |
| krs yo, yo kid capri is the dopest | |
| Open up the door, let me come in the place | |
| Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face | |
| Just a little taste, yo i' m kinda nuts like planters | |
| The haters save your money cause this album is bananas! | |
| I' m flashin just a little style, for a little while | |
| Been flowin like the nile from when you was just a child | |
| Now its ninetyeight, and i will not hesitate | |
| You' ll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight! | |
| Your lightweight, i devistate on the equal races | |
| No i' m not a racist, but no race could really face this | |
| I hate this, no i don' t, you' ll face kris, no you won' t | |
| You know you broke cause what you want ain' t really dope | |
| Like a billy goat, i ram your set like blaow! | |
| Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground | |
| Boogiedown, let me make one thing clear | |
| Bx, baby this is our year | |
| Try here and die here, superfly here | |
| As i threw my spear near, think what to do my dear | |
| I' m new and clear, my clarity' s amazing | |
| Still blazin, played the low on occasion | |
| kid capri | |
| We make hotter, john blaze | |
| You niggas rockin in the wrong ways | |
| I make your head knock while the song plays | |
| Kid capri bombs bural boom! bombs thorough | |
| Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom' s herald | |
| Let' s make it happen, me and you rappin | |
| Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at | |
| Its all good but your rap style seems to be common | |
| If ain' t no real shit you don' t need to be rhymin | |
| Chorus | |
| krsone | |
| South bronx! | |
| I' m smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor | |
| So i slaughter quick your lyriclick, you move like a ninja | |
| I' m all up in your white blood | |
| My style is devestatin, your renovatin like hud | |
| What, you expect when i' m on the set | |
| Don' t forget, i' m givin in cash and wreck | |
| You still ain' t ready yet, better yet | |
| When i connect all y' all hit the deck! | |
| Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check | |
| You ain' t worth, my style is ugly and dirty | |
| If you ain' t close to the thirty you really haven' t heard of me | |
| But don' t worry, hurry in the clubs i get wit em | |
| Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium | |
| Only sucker mc' s be like kris got some ish with him | |
| Because they can' t get wit him, only the best sit wit him | |
| Cops don' t be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him | |
| Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him? | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus intro: krsone kid capri | |
| Do or die echoes they know, know what i mean? | |
| Bring your clique, come on do or die echoes | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| do or die echoes | |
| Bring your clique, bring your clique come on | |
| krsone | |
| Yo, yo i flash knowlegde not scandal | |
| Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles | |
| They burn on waxes in your sandle | |
| Microphone vandal, krsone' ll make em scamble | |
| When they gamble, i tear them like flannel | |
| You wanna battle? you' se a dreamer | |
| I put up my benz, you put up your beamer | |
| I guarantee ya, i leave ya standin with your beaper | |
| Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers | |
| You' ll have no sound while i' ll be uptown in your adidas | |
| Don' t mess with teachers we pray for peepers | |
| We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that | |
| Fair and square, don' t even stare too long | |
| Or dare the wrong, i' m there and gone | |
| With a ? really simple? singalong | |
| Chorus: kid capri and krs | |
| kid do or die, i' m sayin its you and i | |
| k k bring your clique, bring your clique | |
| repeat 3x | |
| krs yo, yo kid capri is the dopest | |
| Open up the door, let me come in the place | |
| Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face | |
| Just a little taste, yo i' m kinda nuts like planters | |
| The haters save your money cause this album is bananas! | |
| I' m flashin just a little style, for a little while | |
| Been flowin like the nile from when you was just a child | |
| Now its ninetyeight, and i will not hesitate | |
| You' ll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight! | |
| Your lightweight, i devistate on the equal races | |
| No i' m not a racist, but no race could really face this | |
| I hate this, no i don' t, you' ll face kris, no you won' t | |
| You know you broke cause what you want ain' t really dope | |
| Like a billy goat, i ram your set like blaow! | |
| Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground | |
| Boogiedown, let me make one thing clear | |
| Bx, baby this is our year | |
| Try here and die here, superfly here | |
| As i threw my spear near, think what to do my dear | |
| I' m new and clear, my clarity' s amazing | |
| Still blazin, played the low on occasion | |
| kid capri | |
| We make hotter, john blaze | |
| You niggas rockin in the wrong ways | |
| I make your head knock while the song plays | |
| Kid capri bombs bural boom! bombs thorough | |
| Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom' s herald | |
| Let' s make it happen, me and you rappin | |
| Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at | |
| Its all good but your rap style seems to be common | |
| If ain' t no real shit you don' t need to be rhymin | |
| Chorus | |
| krsone | |
| South bronx! | |
| I' m smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor | |
| So i slaughter quick your lyriclick, you move like a ninja | |
| I' m all up in your white blood | |
| My style is devestatin, your renovatin like hud | |
| What, you expect when i' m on the set | |
| Don' t forget, i' m givin in cash and wreck | |
| You still ain' t ready yet, better yet | |
| When i connect all y' all hit the deck! | |
| Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check | |
| You ain' t worth, my style is ugly and dirty | |
| If you ain' t close to the thirty you really haven' t heard of me | |
| But don' t worry, hurry in the clubs i get wit em | |
| Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium | |
| Only sucker mc' s be like kris got some ish with him | |
| Because they can' t get wit him, only the best sit wit him | |
| Cops don' t be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him | |
| Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him? | |
| Chorus |
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