Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robot, artist - KRS-One. Album song Survival Skills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Robot |
Yeah, we got another one, Buck |
We got another one like a robot |
Yo, Drew, waddup, man? |
Let’s go |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Seems like you can’t sing or rap these days |
Without auto-tune in the back these days |
Well, fuck that, I got somethin' to say |
With brown blunts, green weed and the smoke is gray |
See, the best to do it was Roger Troutman |
Nah shorty, T-Pain didn’t come out then |
I was about ten, had striped Adidas |
Raised from the back in the days, all types of leaders |
Now, I’m like dang, they sound the same |
Buck voice is original, he authored reigns |
Dr. J, Barry White, whoa |
Or Barry Manilow, the flow like dag, he nice |
So, keep that original flow |
That Bucktown, Duck Down, that shit you know |
And I don’t flip no O’s |
2000 and right now when I spit they know |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
This ain’t a dis to nobody’s art |
'Cause Afrika Bambaataa really gave it a start |
You go back in the history of rap man |
And you’ll see classic jams like Planet Rock and Pac Jam |
Go online, look up craft work |
Everything we doin' is past work |
We already wore that hat, those pants and that shirt |
So do you man if that works |
But we really here to talk about all the copies |
'Cause when it comes to hip-hop, we the orthodoxy |
Cats poorly copy, copy sloppy |
In that section, young people should not be |
There used to be a time when you were writing your rhyme |
You observed the rule of no bitin' |
No imitatin', no hate and no fakin' |
We started breakin', so we could stop fightin' |
Get enlightened, I battle you, you battle me |
The crowd judges the originality |
It’s not about a salary |
It’s all about describing the reality that’s grabbin' me accurately |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
I can’t rap, pass me the program |
I can’t sing, pass me the program |
It’s so sad to me |
KRIS, tell 'em more why it’s like a factory, actually |
Hip-hop is the new urban faculty |
A function of collective mental anatomy |
You cats got it backwards, you say real is wack |
And the fake shit, that’s good |
Well, keep on fakin', we’ll just keep makin' |
Joints like these to keep the spot shakin' |
Buckshot, KRS |
We F-R-E-S-H, fresh |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing |
Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot |
When the show stop, whatcha know about? |
How to go about this? |
Come on |
Like a robot |