| Yo, to my man JS stay flesh, not stress
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| KRS, word
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| Yeah yo hear yo word
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| Here.we go again
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| What yeah hear yo word
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| JS check the turntable
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| Yo Rahzel check ya mic
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| Uhh, it’s like that y’all
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| Uhh, yo, and take it back y’all
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| Yeah, word, it’s like that y’all
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| Aha aha, take it back y’all
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| Look, look
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| Well it’s the hardness, the realness
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| Wanna corner, you feel this
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| You feel Chris comin' through I runnin' you with a stylist
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| Timin' get for rhymin' get for a real MC to shine and start again
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| I’m the tiger in the woods of it she cardigan
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| Please start it again cause you don’t hear me yo
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| You speak battle you in the face of a DJ that can really flow
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| Turn my mic on, Shock, you off
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| Let me get my fight on rap around like a pipedon
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| Still a multicultural icon
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| Yo Rahzel turn you mic on!
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| How many times I got to tell you?
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| That’s it, that’s it
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| The real Hip-Hop
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| How many times I got to tell you?
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| Comin' to you liiiive!
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| Yeah, come on now, aha that’s it
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| That’s right, that’s it
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| Yo JS wassup with that?
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| I don’t know
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| Yo, welcome to the school for gifted DJ’s, say hullo
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| 'Hello' wrong page, cross delays, my mind spray I’m blazed
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| On the mic I find ways to lift you, shift you from negative issues
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| Knockin' off the album you skipped through… or in you
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| I fake bless while my face stays fresh
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| KRS, Domingo, my man JS
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| Nothing but some real shit, what y’all expected?
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| I mean real hip-hop is in the place right about now
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| Where ya at?
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| Come on
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| Yeah yeah you gettin' a treat tonight
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| Like Glock shots all around you
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| My flow will astound you
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| My cap and gaunt too
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| Let’s get down to bizness
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| Watch me spit this, with quickness
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| DJ’ing witness
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| Yeah yeah speed it up!
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| Uh uh uh yo, speed it uup!
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| Uh yo uh now slow it down
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| Uh yeah uh yeah slow it down
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| Raahzel
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| Now transform it!
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| Uh come on come on
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| Transform it!
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| Transformation, transformation
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| Now tell 'em, what’s my name?!
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| Yo tell 'em, what’s my name?!
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| K.R.S, specializes in music, K.R.S one!
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| Yo JS, rule number four thousand and eighty is
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| «the record company people are shady»
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| The rule number four thousand and eighty one
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| Is never battle KRS-ONE!
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| I’m takin' 'em out, how they gonna call my name in the house?
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| Well it is just back save it up punch in their mouth
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| You take a little tribe upon me son
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| I’m like that alcohol that battled your father, remember I won
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| Used to beat your ass, now you take for me bash
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| You better take your seat in this class
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| I’m psychic, I know what’s really on your mind
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| Hmmmm, you wanna be fucked from behind
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| Take a motherfuck from the nine, don’t call it a come-back
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| This goes verbal my spine, dispurse on the back of your dress
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| I saw your man sittin' downstairs he did look like whoress
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| Tryin' to call Chris your crew your crew
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| Why I gotta come down to this?
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| I’m here on the stage you like fuck Chris
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| But backstage I say; |
| Yo you said what Chris?
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| What your tryin' to move you can’t move inches
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| What your tryin' to pull your DJ’s are bitches
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| Takin' you out that’s a sin
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| You see a new trick like Linda
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| And fell on his dick like Lewinsky
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| Never try to get me, never try to outwit me
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| You can be removed like a titty
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| Now while I put twenty inch grins on my Benzo
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| What a car to sit, to low, and bend my fender (?)
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| Yo Domingo in the back, KRS-one, yes the god of rap
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| I got JS on the wheels of steel
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| You know how we feel, Rahzel hit the real!
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| Ra.ahzel
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| Brea.eak it down
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| Rahzel
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| Brea.eak break it down like this! |