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(KRS-One) |
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That's right, on any beat we sale |
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Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale |
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Ha ha, never fail, KRS |
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I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me |
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Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me |
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I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me |
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I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me |
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You the ****st MC? I leave that ass sizzlin |
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I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison |
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You small time, you ain't a pro |
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Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow |
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That's all mine |
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Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability |
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I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery |
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Get wit me, now I spit rap |
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I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that! |
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Click-a-click clap |
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You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away |
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I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday |
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Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday |
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I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway |
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These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format |
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Now why would you place your money on that? |
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I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching! |
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Real teachers teach real things |
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I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it |
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Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant |
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With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in |
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Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it |
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Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck |
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You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck |
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Forget the cut hops, your luck stops |
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I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks |
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(Big Punisher) |
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Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed |
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But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence |
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Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up |
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If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs |
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Ain't no snitchin us, *****in us |
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Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was |
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Official thugs in the drug profession |
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Drug connections, drug addictions |
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Still seein the judge for drug possession |
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The four-D's, all these is more reas |
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To either get big, leave or let live |
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We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else |
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We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf |
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I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze |
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Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees |
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Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster |
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My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta |
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You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath |
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You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh |
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You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed |
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Minute ago, you was poppin *****t, holdin ya ***** |
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Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album |
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I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island |
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You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits |
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How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics |
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I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics |
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My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a *****nin spirit |
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You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison |
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You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em |
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I'm head-annointin *****s like the Holy Gospel |
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I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils |
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Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours |
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Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours |
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(A.G.) |
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Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note |
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It don't take a lot for you to go |
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There's a lot that you should know |
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Like I rock the future flow |
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I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show |
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Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream |
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Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam |
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A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream |
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Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme |
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Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy |
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Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me |
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He must be actin a movie |
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I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie |
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Now let's double back for these groupies |
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Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through |
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We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo |
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This is "Full Scale" *****t here, the weak disappear |
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They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there |
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You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer |
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Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater |
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Heard your chick's on my *****, I would love to meet her |
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Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either |
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And catch you on the rebound like Dennis |
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My sound sells in and out of town |
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This a chemistry and I got it now |
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They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down |
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To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and *****t |