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Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit! |
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For all you fake-ass teachers out there |
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Aiyyo kris.. break this shit up! |
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[krs-one] |
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The type of lyrical terrorism i present |
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Educates people, at the same time pays my rent |
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You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters |
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When the suckers stepped up, i had to use the drastic measures |
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I know you want to step to me kid! |
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But you're thinkin, "damn, kris is kinda big!" |
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Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care |
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And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year |
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From your eye drops a tear |
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I don't play that shit, i play that hit |
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Your whole gangsta image is not legit |
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You heard _criminal minded_, and bit the whole shit |
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Now if i punch you in your face i'd be wrong |
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Don't even think about battling with a song |
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You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff |
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You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed |
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With your ribcage crushed |
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Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks |
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You know my fuckin name |
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Blastmaster krs is thinkin long range! |
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Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) |
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[krs-one] |
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They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison |
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(you await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) |
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Who you kiddin? you're only tryin to rock a party |
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You ain't really down to shoot nobody |
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So why you frontin? sayin from the cops you be runnin |
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In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning |
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You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl |
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Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named lionel |
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In jail you ain't got respect |
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You a fairy, i'll be takin your commisary |
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And the picture of your sister, mister |
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As seamy as pee-wee herman, i ain't trying to diss her |
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This ain't no bullshit game and i ain't changed |
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I'm just thinkin long range |
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People died so i can rhyme.. |
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You think i'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? |
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Step up with that weak shit |
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You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick |
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Plus you're on my dick |
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Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct |
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You know my fuckin name! |
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Blastmaster krs is thinking long range! |
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Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) |
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Krs.. kenny parker.. willie d.. from long island |
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Heather b.. ska-danks.. |
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D-square.. sidney mills.. |
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Ha-ohhhh.. go brooklyn, go brooklyn! |
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Go bronx! (go brooklyn, go brooklyn!) |
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The bronx! yell southside bronx! |
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Southside bronx! southside bronx! |
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Southside bronx! southside bronx! |
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Southside bronx, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! |
