MC's Act Like They Don't Know Lyrics
| Song | MC's Act Like They Don't Know |
| Artist | KRS-One |
| Album | Hip Hop 100 Hits - Urban rap & R n B anthems inc. Jay Z, A$ap Rocky, Wu-Tang Clan & Nas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | Clap your hands everybody |
| [00:03.00] | if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.00] | 'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic |
| [00:08.00] | and Premier's on The Breaks |
| [00:21.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:25.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:30.00] | Of course we don't flip flop |
| [00:32.00][Verse 1] | If you don't know me by now |
| [00:34.00] | I doubt you'll ever know me |
| [00:36.00] | I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony |
| [00:37.00] | But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:40.00] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, |
| [00:42.00] | girls go, "Ill" |
| [00:44.00] | Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 |
| [00:47.00] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:48.00] | Flow with the master rhymer |
| [00:49.00] | as I leave behind |
| [00:50.00] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.00] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:59.00] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:01.00] | Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:04.00] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads |
| [01:07.00] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:09.00] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:13.00] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:15.00] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:17.00] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves *****s |
| [01:20.00] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:23.00] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:26.00] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:28.00] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:31.00] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:35.00] | But make sure live you is a **** rhyme sayer |
| [01:40.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don't know |
| [01:58.00][Verse 2] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [02:01.00] | The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for |
| [02:04.00] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:06.00] | If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:08.00] | MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:11.00] | Let's battle to see who headlines |
| [02:14.00] | Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show |
| [02:16.00] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:19.00] | Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly |
| [02:22.00] | They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:25.00] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:27.00] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:30.00] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and **** |
| [02:32.00] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit |
| [02:35.00] | your style is counterfeit |
| [02:37.00] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:38.00] | My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent |
| [02:39.00] | I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:43.00] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head |
| [02:46.00] | I knock it |
| [02:47.00] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:49.00] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it |
| [02:55.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don't know |
| [03:12.00][Verse 3] | Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:15.00] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:18.00] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:20.00] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em |
| [03:23.00] | Who in their right mind can ****c a style like mine |
| [03:26.00] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:29.00] | MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:30.00] | When I roll up and rush their crew, they start *****in' |
| [03:33.00] | I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's |
| [03:36.00] | Believe they could tango with the likes of these |
| [03:38.00] | Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive |
| [03:42.00] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:44.00] | You ****, you lied, I reside like Artifacts |
| [03:46.00] | On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified |
| [03:49.00] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:51.00] | Hopin' your defence mechanism |
| [03:53.00] | can divert my heat-seeking lyricism |
| [03:56.00] | As I spark mad izm |
| [03:58.00] | The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em |
| [04:00.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don't know |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Lawrence Parker Chris Martin |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Lawrence Parker Chris Martin |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | Clap your hands everybody |
| [00:03.00] | if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.00] | ' Cause I' m KRS and I' m on the mic |
| [00:08.00] | and Premier' s on The Breaks |
| [00:21.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:25.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:30.00] | Of course we don' t flip flop |
| [00:32.00][Verse 1] | If you don' t know me by now |
| [00:34.00] | I doubt you' ll ever know me |
| [00:36.00] | I never won a Grammy, I won' t win a Tony |
| [00:37.00] | But I' m not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:40.00] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, |
| [00:42.00] | girls go, " Ill" |
| [00:44.00] | Check the time as I rhyme, it' s 1995 |
| [00:47.00] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:48.00] | Flow with the master rhymer |
| [00:49.00] | as I leave behind |
| [00:50.00] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.00] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:59.00] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:01.00] | Call up KRS, I' m guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:04.00] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads |
| [01:07.00] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:09.00] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:13.00] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:15.00] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:17.00] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves s |
| [01:20.00] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:23.00] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:26.00] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:28.00] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:31.00] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:35.00] | But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer |
| [01:40.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
| [01:58.00][Verse 2] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [02:01.00] | The hardcore, that' s what KRS is here for |
| [02:04.00] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:06.00] | If you see then ya saw I' m in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:08.00] | MC' s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:11.00] | Let' s battle to see who headlines |
| [02:14.00] | Instead of flow for flow let' s go show for show |
| [02:16.00] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:19.00] | Too many MC' s take that word ' emcee' lightly |
| [02:22.00] | They can' t Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:25.00] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:27.00] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:30.00] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and |
| [02:32.00] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit |
| [02:35.00] | your style is counterfeit |
| [02:37.00] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:38.00] | My title you will never get, I' m too intelligent |
| [02:39.00] | I' ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:43.00] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head |
| [02:46.00] | I knock it |
| [02:47.00] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:49.00] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can' t get with it |
| [02:55.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
| [03:12.00][Verse 3] | Some MC' s don' t like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:15.00] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:18.00] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:20.00] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deckin' em |
| [03:23.00] | Who in their right mind can c a style like mine |
| [03:26.00] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:29.00] | MC' s standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:30.00] | When I roll up and rush their crew, they start in' |
| [03:33.00] | I don' t burn, I don' t freeze, yet some MC' s |
| [03:36.00] | Believe they could tango with the likes of these |
| [03:38.00] | Cross your t' s and dot your i' s whenever I arrive |
| [03:42.00] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:44.00] | You , you lied, I reside like Artifacts |
| [03:46.00] | On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified |
| [03:49.00] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:51.00] | Hopin' your defence mechanism |
| [03:53.00] | can divert my heatseeking lyricism |
| [03:56.00] | As I spark mad izm |
| [03:58.00] | The 1996 lyrical style' s what I give ' em |
| [04:00.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Lawrence Parker Chris Martin |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Lawrence Parker Chris Martin |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | Clap your hands everybody |
| [00:03.00] | if you got what it takes |
| [00:04.00] | ' Cause I' m KRS and I' m on the mic |
| [00:08.00] | and Premier' s on The Breaks |
| [00:21.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:25.00] | Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop |
| [00:30.00] | Of course we don' t flip flop |
| [00:32.00][Verse 1] | If you don' t know me by now |
| [00:34.00] | I doubt you' ll ever know me |
| [00:36.00] | I never won a Grammy, I won' t win a Tony |
| [00:37.00] | But I' m not the only MC keepin' it real |
| [00:40.00] | When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, |
| [00:42.00] | girls go, " Ill" |
| [00:44.00] | Check the time as I rhyme, it' s 1995 |
| [00:47.00] | Whenever I arrive the party gets liver |
| [00:48.00] | Flow with the master rhymer |
| [00:49.00] | as I leave behind |
| [00:50.00] | The video rapper, you know, the chart climber |
| [00:53.00] | Clapper, down goes another rapper |
| [00:55.00] | Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster |
| [00:59.00] | Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody |
| [01:01.00] | Call up KRS, I' m guaranteed to rip a party |
| [01:04.00] | Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads |
| [01:07.00] | There once was a story about a man named Jed |
| [01:09.00] | But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead |
| [01:13.00] | Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head |
| [01:15.00] | Word, what go around come around I figure |
| [01:17.00] | Now we got white kids callin' themselves s |
| [01:20.00] | The tables turned as the crosses burned |
| [01:23.00] | Remember You Must Learn |
| [01:26.00] | About the styles I flip and how wild I get |
| [01:28.00] | I go on like a space age rocket ship |
| [01:31.00] | You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player |
| [01:35.00] | But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer |
| [01:40.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
| [01:58.00][Verse 2] | This is what you waited all year for |
| [02:01.00] | The hardcore, that' s what KRS is here for |
| [02:04.00] | Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill |
| [02:06.00] | If you see then ya saw I' m in your grill with mad skill |
| [02:08.00] | MC' s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines |
| [02:11.00] | Let' s battle to see who headlines |
| [02:14.00] | Instead of flow for flow let' s go show for show |
| [02:16.00] | Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know |
| [02:19.00] | Too many MC' s take that word ' emcee' lightly |
| [02:22.00] | They can' t Move a Crowd, not even slightly |
| [02:25.00] | It might be the fact that they express wackness |
| [02:27.00] | Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest |
| [02:30.00] | I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and |
| [02:32.00] | Too sick to get with it, admit you bit |
| [02:35.00] | your style is counterfeit |
| [02:37.00] | Now tone it down a bit |
| [02:38.00] | My title you will never get, I' m too intelligent |
| [02:39.00] | I' ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic |
| [02:43.00] | When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head |
| [02:46.00] | I knock it |
| [02:47.00] | It split quick from the lyric |
| [02:49.00] | Direct hit, perfect fit, you can' t get with it |
| [02:55.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
| [03:12.00][Verse 3] | Some MC' s don' t like the KRS but they must respect him |
| [03:15.00] | Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum |
| [03:18.00] | Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em |
| [03:20.00] | Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deckin' em |
| [03:23.00] | Who in their right mind can c a style like mine |
| [03:26.00] | I design rhyme and get mine all the time |
| [03:29.00] | MC' s standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' |
| [03:30.00] | When I roll up and rush their crew, they start in' |
| [03:33.00] | I don' t burn, I don' t freeze, yet some MC' s |
| [03:36.00] | Believe they could tango with the likes of these |
| [03:38.00] | Cross your t' s and dot your i' s whenever I arrive |
| [03:42.00] | Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide |
| [03:44.00] | You , you lied, I reside like Artifacts |
| [03:46.00] | On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified |
| [03:49.00] | Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide |
| [03:51.00] | Hopin' your defence mechanism |
| [03:53.00] | can divert my heatseeking lyricism |
| [03:56.00] | As I spark mad izm |
| [03:58.00] | The 1996 lyrical style' s what I give ' em |
| [04:00.00][Chorus] | MCs act like they don' t know |
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