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Chorus/Intro: KRS-One (Kid Capri)
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Do or die *echoes* (They know, know what I mean?)
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Bring your clique, come on Do or die *echoes*
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Bring your clique, bring your clique
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(Do or die *echoes*)
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Bring your clique, bring your clique (come on)
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[KRS-One]
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Yo, yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal
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Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles
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They burn on waxes in your sandle
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Microphone Vandal, KRS-One'll make em scamble
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When they gamble, I tear them like flannel
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You wanna battle? You'se a dreamer
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I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer
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I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper
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Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers
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You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your Adidas
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Don't mess with Teachers we pray for peepers
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We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that
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Fair and square, don't even stare too long
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Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone
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With a ?really simple? sing-a-long
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Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS
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[Kid] Do or die, I'm sayin its you and I
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[K&K] Bring your clique, bring your clique
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*repeat 3X*
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[KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest
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Open up the door, let me come in the place
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Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face
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Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like Planters
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The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!
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I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while
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Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child
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Now its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate
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You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!
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Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races
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No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this
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I hate this, no I don't, You'll face Kris, no you won't
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You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope
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Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW!
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Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground
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Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear
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BX, baby this is our year
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Try here and die here, superfly here
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As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear
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I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing
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Still blazin, played the low on occasion
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[Kid Capri]
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We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE
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You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS
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I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS
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Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough
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Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald
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Let's make it happen, me and you rappin
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Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at
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Its all good but your rap style seems to be common
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If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin
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Chorus
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[KRS-One]
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South Bronx!
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I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor
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So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja
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I'm all up in your white blood
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My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD
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What, you expect when I'm on the set
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Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and wreck
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You still ain't ready yet, better yet
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When I connect all y'all hit the deck!
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Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check
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You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty
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If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me
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But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em
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Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium
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Only sucker MC's be like Kris got some ish with him
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Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him
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Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him
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Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?
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Chorus
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Do or Die
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| Kid Capri |
