Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splash, artist - KRS-One. Album song The Mix Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2002
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
Splash |
Word up! |
It’s just a little somethin to tide you over, word up |
The «KRStyle» album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room |
We gonna bounce these cats this year, word up |
Why they do this? |
Ha — yo, yo |
I climb up the back of rappers |
Reach over they head, and rap backwards at 'em |
Excuse me madam, I used to throw these uzis at 'em |
But I’m a teacher, skills I truly have 'em |
These clubs I duly pack 'em |
Potential lawyers engineers and doctors, I do attract 'em |
Go to your professors and ask 'em |
If the songs of the «Edutainment» in college they didn’t blast 'em |
Yes — I’m that ancient one |
I set the framework for today’s rappers to make they funds |
But no you don’t know me son |
My facial features matches the Sphinx with it’s nose redone |
You know how many clubs we done rocked? |
You know how many guns we done popped? |
You know how many funds we done dropped? |
You know how many ones we done got? |
We been gettin live since the days of Chubb Rock |
We know how to survive; |
these other cats |
Be in at nine o’clock then be out at five, uhh |
We doin the overtime, on stage I over-rhyme |
Makin these whack rappers tow the line |
Steppin to me, I know you blind; |
cause your whole flow |
Your show, your style, you know it’s all mine! |
The first time you learned to spit |
It was either me, Kane, Rakim or Slick Rick! |
Welcome to the «KRStyle» |
This year I had to switch styles and bust off two miss-iles |
And that’s not all, rappers have the gall |
To pray and pray for my downfall — but still in all |
I have X amount of lyrics to get 'em all |
Live at the club I spit 'em all |
Rappers backstage lookin sad and piti-fal |
Cause they know I’m the pinna-cle and they mini-mal |
I spit the metaphysical, the spiritual |
The oracle, the lyrical, the oratorical |
Rookie! |
I’ll mop the floor witcho' |
I’m the lyrical foundation to all your flows |
All your clothes, all your shows and I’m not alone |
You wouldn’t even know how to hold the mic or the phone |
You couldn’t even bite on the bone |
While we was rockin mics out in Rome |
Now you hyped cause you grown? |
You know we internationally known, the people love it |
But what they learnin bout is on the whole, look above it |
But let us get back to what we call hip-hop |
Before you whack rappers went pop |