KRS-One - Rappaz R. N. Dainja
Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish
Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we us
they them you, every squad every massive every crew
Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
The style that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find somethin missin of course it's skills
That's what you're fishin for, it's lost
I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles
I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single
Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God called hip hop for the nine cinco
Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
Rappers be boo tay
Goo fy that's how they crew stay
Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go
Bee dee bee bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah so check, UH
New types of verbal hip hop I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
you will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to eighty three
No video, no you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story
Act like you never saw me
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category
Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we us
they them you, every squad every massive every crew
Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
The style that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find somethin missin of course it's skills
That's what you're fishin for, it's lost
I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles
I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single
Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God called hip hop for the nine cinco
Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
Rappers be boo tay
Goo fy that's how they crew stay
Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go
Bee dee bee bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah so check, UH
New types of verbal hip hop I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
you will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to eighty three
No video, no you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story
Act like you never saw me
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category
KRS-One 검색: KRS-One
- Ah Yeah! KRS-One
- Ah-Yeah KRS-One
- Hot KRS-One
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- The Heat KRS-One
- Step Into A World (Rapture`s Delight) KRS-One
- I Got Next/Neva Hadda Gun KRS-One
- MCs Act Like They Don`t Know (LP Ver.) KRS-One
- Things Is About To Change KRS-One
- Black Cop KRS-One
- A Friend KRS-One
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- H.I.P.H.O.P. KRS-One
- Sound Of Da Police KRS-One
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- Mad Crew KRS-One
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- I Can`t Wake Up KRS-One
- I Will Make It KRS-One
- Sound Of Da Police KRS-One
- Step Into A World (Rapture`s Delight) KRS-One
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- All My Men KRS-One
- Outta Here KRS-One
- R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. KRS-One
- Heartbeat KRS-One
- Bring It To The Cypher (Feat. Truck Turner) KRS-One
- For Example KRS-One
- Remember KRS-One
- Free Mumia (Feat. Channel Live) KRS-One
- A Freestyle Song (Feat. Common) KRS-One
- Black Cop KRS-One
- Black Cop KRS-One
- Slap Them Up KRS-One
- Stop Frontin` KRS-One
- Higher Level KRS-One
- Uh Oh KRS-One
- Mortal Thought KRS-One
- Step Into A World (Rapture`s Delight) KRS-One
- What Kinda World KRS-One
- The MC KRS-One
- Ya Feel Dat KRS-One
- Build Ya Skillz KRS-One
- Why KRS-One
- Out For Fame KRS-One
- Unclean Pitbull Daycare, KRS-One
- The Mind KRS-One
- Criminal Minded KRS-One
- Hush KRS-One
- Things Will Change KRS-One
- Busy Bee Shout Out KRS-One
- Splash KRS-One