Rappaz R. N. Dainja

KRS One

Composición de: Chris E. Martin/DJ Premier/L. Parker
Verse One: 

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 

Verse Two: 

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! 

Verse Three: 

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
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