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Current song lyrics
Intro<br /> <br /> Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes<br /> Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks<br /> <br /> Verse 1<br /> <br /> If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me<br /> I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony<br /> But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real<br /> When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, <br /> girls go Illlll!<br /> Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995<br /> Whenever I arrive the party gets liver<br /> Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind<br /> The video rapper, you know, the chart climber<br /> Clapper, down goes another rapper<br /> Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster<br /> Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody<br /> Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party<br /> Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread<br /> There once was a story about a man named Jed<br /> But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead<br /> Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head<br /> Word, what go around come around I figure<br /> Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas<br /> The tables turned as the crosses burned<br /> Remember You Must Learn<br /> About the styles I flip and how wild I get<br /> I go on like a space age rocket ship<br /> You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player<br /> But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer<br /> <br /> Verse 2<br /> <br /> This is what you waited all year for<br /> The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for<br /> Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill<br /> If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill<br /> MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines<br /> Let's battle to see who headlines<br /> Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show<br /> Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know<br /> Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly<br /> They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly<br /> It might be the fact that they express wackness<br /> Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest<br /> I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit<br /> Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit<br /> Now tone it down a bit<br /> My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent<br /> I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic<br /> When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it<br /> It split quick from the lyric<br /> Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it<br /> <br /> Verse 3<br /> <br /> Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him<br /> Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum<br /> Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em<br /> Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em<br /> Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?<br /> I design rhyme and get mine all the time<br /> MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'<br /> When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'<br /> I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's<br /> Believe they could tangle with the likes of these<br /> Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive<br /> Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide<br /> You dope, you lied, I reside like artefacts<br /> On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified<br /> Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide<br /> Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism<br /> As I spark mad iszm<br /> The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
New song lyrics
Intro<br /> <br /> Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes<br /> Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks<br /> <br /> Verse 1<br /> <br /> If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me<br /> I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony<br /> But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real<br /> When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, <br /> girls go Illlll!<br /> Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995<br /> Whenever I arrive the party gets liver<br /> Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind<br /> The video rapper, you know, the chart climber<br /> Clapper, down goes another rapper<br /> Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster<br /> Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody<br /> Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party<br /> Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread<br /> There once was a story about a man named Jed<br /> But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead<br /> Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head<br /> Word, what go around come around I figure<br /> Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas<br /> The tables turned as the crosses burned<br /> Remember You Must Learn<br /> About the styles I flip and how wild I get<br /> I go on like a space age rocket ship<br /> You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player<br /> But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer<br /> <br /> Verse 2<br /> <br /> This is what you waited all year for<br /> The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for<br /> Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill<br /> If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill<br /> MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines<br /> Let's battle to see who headlines<br /> Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show<br /> Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know<br /> Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly<br /> They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly<br /> It might be the fact that they express wackness<br /> Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest<br /> I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit<br /> Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit<br /> Now tone it down a bit<br /> My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent<br /> I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic<br /> When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it<br /> It split quick from the lyric<br /> Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it<br /> <br /> Verse 3<br /> <br /> Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him<br /> Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum<br /> Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em<br /> Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em<br /> Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?<br /> I design rhyme and get mine all the time<br /> MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'<br /> When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'<br /> I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's<br /> Believe they could tangle with the likes of these<br /> Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive<br /> Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide<br /> You dope, you lied, I reside like artefacts<br /> On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified<br /> Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide<br /> Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism<br /> As I spark mad iszm<br /> The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
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