| Yeah, yeah
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| Adam Dice, how you get hardcore like this?
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| You better watch out
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| They all lookin for you now
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| K-R-S, O-N-E, comin back for y’all
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| I do a little more than videos and rap for y’all
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| I been in many cars, known by almost every star
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| New rappers, old rappers, this’ll rock for any y’all
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| The edutainment from the pavement, Kris’ll flatten y’all
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| I’m like a fitted to my enemies, I’m cappin y’all
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| What happened y’all? |
| Them corporations backin y’all
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| You’re so desperate you can’t see that they be stabbin y’all
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| This that realness, come on you can feel this
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| Whether fresh fruit or tax my raps you can peel this
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| Them conscious lyrics; |
| hear it, it ain’t new to me
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| I see my influence done flipped the whole industry
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| Everybody’s conscious now and it’s great
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| Ain’t nuttin gon' stop us now y’all but the hate
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| And wait — hate can’t stop us either
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| Cause Knowledge Reigns Supreme, KRS the Teacher
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| Da-dee-dee, da-dee, dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-day
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| KRS, son come’ll back most every day
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| You have got to understand that we don’t play
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| Throw your hands up if you like the way it’s goin down
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| Look at this, look at this, LOOK~!
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| Grown men on the TV still jiggy
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| Still on the television, holdin up they pinkie
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| Little children lookin at 'em thinkin that it’s pretty
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| But let me introduce you to that gritty inner city
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| Where the cops be +Kurupt+ like my man from dogtown
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| If I unite with +Daz+ we could shut 'em all down
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| Hip-Hop, East West, North South we lovin it
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| It’s time for new leadership, time for self-government
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| Put a fist up! |
| Every real club we rip up
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| I spit raw conscious lyrics to lift Kris up
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| Never give up, see the real O.G.'s know me
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| But these young’uns be buggin they think they can hold me
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| I’m holy! |
| I’m livin a different dimension
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| I keep the crowd jumpin like hydraulic suspensions
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| Releasin your tension with every lyric I mention the truth
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| Eight years, ain’t that enough PROOF?! |