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[Featuring KRS One Doe V]
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Intro:
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All you sucker MCs just sit back and hear the new lyrical styles
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comin'
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straight out of America New York to be exact. Like to shout out DJ
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Honda
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this is KRS One with Doe V.
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KRS One:
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I open fire with lyrical gats for opening acts and opening tracks
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Without vocally knowin' they raps
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I crack backs when active raps get 16 gold and platinum plaques
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I been there and done that
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You wanna critique the teacher but you know you haven't studied
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People turn funny when they think you're makin' money
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The true philosopher of hip hop is in the place
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I'll punch you in your face then discuss clearing space
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Damagin' my electro magnetic extention
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Radiate six feet in every single direction
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Guessin' stressin' they tensin'
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Yo Doe-V yo teach 'em now the new lessons
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Doe V:
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It's team player baby hold this shit down since the 80's
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So how the hell am I gonna let one of these new niggas play me
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Wanna spray me lay me shadey with the 380
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Crazy nigga play me be a cold night in Hades
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We keeps it real with ya paw
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But cats get froud like saggy titties in a push up bra
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It's fucked up how they did Big Poppa
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Will the show go on? They gotta
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And pokers still bring it proper
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KRS-One:
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Fresh for 97 from 86 that makes 11
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Years on the microphone Can We Talk like Tevin
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I Run like th Reverend, hip hop heaven
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The number of God is not only seven
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It's nine and three so come follow me
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On a journey to witness a real MC
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The mind tricks the body I was in the party
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When Dougie recorded Lodi Dodi
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And I ain't see nobody
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Hook:
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If one slow, then everybody slow
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If one know, then everybody know
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If one flow, then everybody flow
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If one blow nigga, then everybody blow (x2)
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KRS-One:
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It's me again sober but never lonely with Doe V
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Moving closely you got skills kid now show me
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K the R the S is the teacher don't forget that
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Challenging this could get your album date set back
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Diplomatic this rap addict tunes out static
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No we can't have it I spurt the verbal Magic like Mister
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Don't get it Twisted like Sister
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Or Keith like Sweat trickles down your cheek better put up the anus
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Chewin' your crew like cheese danish let me change this
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Lyrical flows I reign this You can't tame this this is aimless
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MCin' while bein' famous and rich
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Still believe it it's got to be that way
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Which way, the no bitch way, the no snitch way
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Definatly not the bitch way
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"Is he a real ferous serious?" They ask right when they cranium cracks
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Doe-V:
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Shamma Lamma can't nobody slamma
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And if I can't slam ya I'm a hit you with a hammer
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Huh boom bamma then you say
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"Damn ah why'd ya hit me Shamma Lamma?"
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"Cause that's still the way I am-ah"
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Can have tight security still run up in your jamma
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And hit you like a 4-4 slug kablamma blamma
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Who's name rings bells 360 from toliet 12
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Legend has it when he piss he put out the fires in hell
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Plus rock well, honies wanna Fuck You For Free like Akinele
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So cocktales through niggas window if my glock fail
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It ain't where your from it's what your representin'
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Mama always taught me never eat where you be shittin'
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Oh no he didn't
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Straight from jail for I'm kickin'
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Can't trush them hoes I can see clear from where I'm sittin'
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Since the days of (Brooklyn keeps on takin' it)
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Bronx keeps creatin' it (True only relate to this)
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A few real niggas left and the rest is immitatin' it
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Mistaking it for life is too hard then we breakin' it
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Doe-V is coming through with KRS ain't no mistakin' it
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KRS-One:
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Put the jewels on the table we takin' it
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Hook (x2)
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Doe V:
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I damage your molecular structure your heart beat fluctured
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Main arteries rupture I puncture
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Your style my mental state's on the prowl
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I bring it wild like a bunch of immates goin' to trail
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I cause havoc a mystery like Voodu magic
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I set the static I'm comin' barracade the barracks
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Disrupt your molecules I demolish crews
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And bruise and toss
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A-yo nail to the cross
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Hook (x4)
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Team Players
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| DJ Honda |
