| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| This what we live for!
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| Let it rock, let it
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| (Big up to all Brooklyn man, all Bronx man)
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| (Uptown massive, follow)
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| We can all be hear rockin 'til the mor-ning
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| Boom, bap, and rap is what I bring
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| We love, the clubs and we rock them
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| Yes all over the world we shock them
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| Cause everybody knows this flow
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| It blows your mind
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| We used to step inna de club with these murderers
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| Hustlers, thugs, pimps and burglars
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| You ain’t gettin in the spot if they ain’t heard of ya
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| And if you sneak in the spot they might murder ya
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| I used to be in them spots just servin the
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| Raw rhymes flows and yes earnin the
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| The respect from the streets in a circular
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| Over the years, an MC I turned into
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| Ladies and gentlemen, the most controversial
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| MC in hip-hop is about to raise your adrenaline
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| Settle in and grab a seat, they start meddlin I’mma grab the heat
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| I already grabbed the streets
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| KRS, you don’t find me on your radio station
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| You find me chillin on them Indian reservations
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| I spit like cajun spice
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| You don’t know KRS? |
| Your momma must notta raised you right
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| Man I blazed your type, done raced your type
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| Man sit down~! |
| You still on a training bike
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| I’m the crazy type, you the lazy type
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| Hey yo, look, I blaze these mics; |
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