[KRS-One]
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Uh-huh! Y'all forgot about this shit right? Haha
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Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!!
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Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha
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Yo turn it around for me one time
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Uhh, uhh, yo
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[Verse One]
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I don't despise thugs, I +ADVISE+ thugs
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I teach y'all thugs, cause that's what I was
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Yeah I say was cause today I'm above
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All the guns, illegal funds, the crews and the drugs
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ANY HOOD I walk in, they show me love
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They say 'Knowledge Reigns Supreme, WHATTUP CUZ?'
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Cops wanna get sit down and get all bud
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They wanna think as they drink drink down to the suds
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I respect it, but I don't get down with the fuzz
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I don't drink with DT's I don't hang with the judge
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But truth be truth and I got the proof
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Most ministers were straight thugged out in they youth
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See if you're over 25 and you never got live
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when it was time to ride, you ain't got no heart
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But if you're over 26 and you're still in the mix
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and your life you ain't fixed, you ain't doin your part
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You see them cats on TV, playin the role?
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Gassin y'all, them cats be over thirty years old!
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Actin all dirty and cold
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NONE OF MY CLASSIC ALBUMS they was worthy to hold
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I'm concerned with the soul, overstand?
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When we was slappin up rappers they was doin the running man
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You don't know my style, we be straight gunnin man
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If you don't know you better ask your older brother man
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Shit gets realer than, Real TV
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From eighty-six, ain't no rapper realer than me
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Or Just-Ice, I.C.U. or Steady B
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What y'all waitin to see? Somethin faker than me?
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Don't let me have to pull out the Jamaican in me
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I'd rather pull out the asalaam alaikum in me
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Wa-alaikum salaam, yo you wan' tess de Don?
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BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW-BLOAW-BLAOW, bwoy gone!
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[Chorus]
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They don't really wanna learn - well start gunnin 'em down!
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Yo they really ain't concerned - well start gunnin 'em down!
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They don't wanna get the book - well start gunnin 'em down!
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They don't want a conscious hook - well start gunnin 'em down!
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They don't wanna pay dues - well start gunnin 'em down!
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They be actin brand new - well start gunnin 'em down!
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They don't wanna get the light - well start gunnin 'em down!
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Yo, pass me the mic - we'll start gunnin 'em down!
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[Verse Two]
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Watch dis! Your crew is my crew and my crew is my crew
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Your crew you lied to, my crew will find you
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The light I recite will blind and outshine you
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Street cats be wonderin why they even signed you
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Where they find you? WHO is the first cat to rap
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"wa-da-da-ding" and show you what the nine do?
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You ain't never seen me behave with them firearms
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Maybe not, cause you just a slave to Viacom
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Me, I'm a free MC hip-hopper
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I teach real gangsters, hang with real Godsters
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I am to hip-hop what Selassie is to rastas
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Watch your mouth before someone I don't know pops ya
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Lemme stop, don't-a-stop the street rhetorhic, ha
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Your soul you sellin it ha, come wit some better shit, ha
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In five years your whole catalogue's irrelevant ha
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You spit the ignorance while I spit intelligence
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You got it backwards like sayin hop-hip
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That's why when you battled your whole crew got ripped!
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{*needle drags across record*} You wanna battle?
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[Chorus]
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Gunnen' Em Down
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| KRS-One |
