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KRS-One lyrics Rappaz R. N. Dainja lyrics Verse One: Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to Kris In hip-hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus That is the center of the group we/us they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course The style that I am kickin is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission Reviewed in The Source You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills That's what you're fishin for, it's lost I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco Verse Two: Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday Rappers be boo-tay Goo-fy that's how they crew stay Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego We know the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the shottie to the party I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks you will experience, loss or lack of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three No video, no you had to be a real live MC Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin weak production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can battle for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story Act like you never saw me Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category Other KRS-One lyrics: Black Cop lyrics Boom Bap lyrics Brown Skin Woman lyrics Stop Frontin' lyrics Higher Level lyrics Mad Crew lyrics Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic) lyrics Outta Here lyrics P Is Still Free lyrics Slap Them Up lyrics Sound Of The Police lyrics Uh Oh lyrics I Can't Wake Up lyrics Ah-Yeah lyrics Build Ya Skills lyrics De Automatic lyrics Health, Wealth, Self lyrics Hold lyrics MC's Act Like They Don't Know lyrics Free Mumia lyrics Out For Fame lyrics R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. lyrics Squash All Beef lyrics Represent The Real Hip-Hop lyrics The Truth lyrics Wannabemceez lyrics A Friend lyrics Blowe lyrics Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics Come To Da Party lyrics H.I.P.H.O.P lyrics Heartbeat lyrics I Got Next Hadda Gun lyrics Just To Prove A Point lyrics Over Ya Head lyrics Real Hip-Hop - Part II lyrics Step Into A World (Remix) lyrics The MC lyrics Sneak Attack lyrics Attendance lyrics False Pride lyrics Ghetto Lifestyles lyrics Get Your Self Up lyrics Hot lyrics Hush lyrics HipHop Knowledge lyrics Krush Them lyrics The Lessin lyrics The Raptism lyrics Shutupayouface lyrics The Mind lyrics Doth Thou Know lyrics What Kinda World lyrics I Will Make It lyrics Ain't Ready lyrics South Bronx 2002 lyrics The Conscious Rapper lyrics Know Thy Self lyrics Lord Live Within My Heart lyrics Never Give Up lyrics Take It To God lyrics Take Your Tyme lyrics Tears lyrics Trust lyrics |