| What, yeah
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| Shoutout Minister Server
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| Word up Super J
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| My man Byron is goin off
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| Marlowe, Inebriated Beats, word
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| Uhh, you know what this is, word up
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| Who be rockin it constantly? |
| (KRS)
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| Who be droppin philosophy? |
| (KRS)
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| For the real it got to be (KRS)
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| Them niggas ain’t stoppin me (KRS)
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| Whack rappers they got to go (let 'em have it)
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| So they front on that microphone (let 'em have it)
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| I be comin in all wild with raw styles
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| Goin that long mile, makin 'em all smile
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| Make it happen, MC’n no rappin, believe me I’m strappin
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| YOu see me I’m slappin, believe me you deceive me
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| It can greasy, I’m cappin, bring the action, ADD the clips
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| Start subtractin, multiply them shots, you a fraction
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| Raise up, blaze up, get made up
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| You wanna bug out you’ll get, sprayed up — NOW~!
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| (Bo bo bo bo… yeah!)
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| It’s the Temple, expandin your mental
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| Inebriated instrumentals believe me nothin defends you
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| When I spit, rappers be runnin out really quick
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| They come with that silly shit, but them not really it
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| Kris is it, them an idiot, if it wasn’t for radio programmin
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| You wouldn’t be feelin it, or willin it
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| Original, metaphysical, meta-lyrical
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| Forever spiritual, really man, I ain’t feelin you
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| (Yeah! Yeah! Whattup?)
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| I’m somethin like a phe-nom-enon, fast like ramadan
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| You can never tell what style I’m on
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| Wise like Solomon, unlike any udda mon
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| If you lookin for that bling bling, go check dat udda mon
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| What I utter mon be butter mon, straight from the gutter mon
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| Boxcutter in one hand, buck in the other one
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| Lyric I got a ton of 'em, gunnin 'em, not frontin 'em
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| Back again, it’s KRS-One and them, OHH~!
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| (Woooo! … So)
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| Feel it (let 'em have it)
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| So they front on the microphone (let 'em have it)
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| Y’all better catch up! |
| Ha ha
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| Y’all better catch up! |
| Word up |