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*snapping fingers and singing* |
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Ha ha, hah hah! da-doo-doo-doo, do-doo |
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You wanna test me are you stupid? |
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Gotta be out of your ****in mind |
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Krs-one is the don, seen? |
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Come down kenny park-ah!! |
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Hahaha, you know |
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I don't know what your management be tellin you |
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I don't know what your producers be tellin you |
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But yo, you step this way |
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You're gettin played, out of position |
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So let me give you a little style |
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Check it out |
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Everytime krs-one steps in the jam |
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The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand |
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Brooklyn's ready uptown's in the house |
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Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out |
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That's it! none of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's |
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You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics |
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But mc's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful |
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None of em lyrical but their ego is critical |
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Like i said i'm not a muslim but to allah i'm obedient |
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Some mc's on the mic become muslims when it's convenient |
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And i've seen it! |
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Real muslims praise allah, and they mean it |
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Others are dreamin it with sex me and do me and |
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I'd rather listen to the brand nubians |
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You know it's funny everybody wants money |
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And material things from cars and chicken wings |
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When they sing, they sing for the cash |
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They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash |
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You get respect by bein creative |
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And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality |
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In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta? |
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If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex? |
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If you believe in allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check? |
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All of this is incorrect |
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First should always come respect |
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The charts are not equal to the respect of the people |
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Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble |
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They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model |
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Right on stage, you'll get a bottle |
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You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle |
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I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me |
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I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe |
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Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and i sure ain't chemistry |
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You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry |
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You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy |
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But i'm a parker so i'll play you like monopoly |
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Don't entertain the thought of droppin me |
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To think of me as anything less than your teacher |
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Crazy you got to be |
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These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily |
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I rip it up constantly |
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You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle |
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The teacher will come, again and again and again and again |
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To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend |
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So-when-their-lyrics-finish-krs-one-just-begin |
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Ripping up sucker teachers put their courage to an end |
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So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better |
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Forever too clever for a petty mc in leather |
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Whenever they decide, whatever i'm in sync |
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The lyrics i write, help me think |
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To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face |
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And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace |
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Just in case, get the **** out my face i run this place |
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You're lucky you're from the same race |
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A simple technique will keep you on beat |
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With the style from the street you compete with the elite |
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That's weak -- flashin gold and can't speak |
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I seek the direction of the brown complexion |
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So every year, i appear somewhere |
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That you hear my dear to get one thing clear |
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Whether on welfare or millionaire |
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Don't step to this here or you outta here |
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Allow me now to please change the gear |
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?and-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!? |
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?we come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? |
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Let's get back to the hip-hop |
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You come into the place you can't look in my face |
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Cause the light is bright and i'm towering in height |
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See there are millions of stars in the sky |
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When the sun appears none are visible to the eye |
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Why, the reason is the sun is the sun |
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You can't possibly rock, until i'm done |
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And finished, and like the evening i'll fade |
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But when i return you'll cry for more shade |
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So check the dancestyle cause i am not |
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Softening up it's time that i rock and sing |
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Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling! |
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But instead bring intellect pon ting |
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Cause you can inject ignorance in rap |
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But kenny parker ain't tryin to hear that |
