Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Word
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All my people in Boston make some noise
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Whew! Inebriated Beats. You got to Believe
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[ Chorus: repeat 6x ]
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Believe it
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[ Krs-One ]
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Look, Look
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All my rap is street related
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How can you spit and not have it hit the pavement?
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These beats we created be inebriated
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Meaning intoxicating, believe we made it
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Now we can see they faded
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Them hoes that went from me so horny to me so hated
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From Hip Hop, we never deviated
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Come to the Temple, hear the flow and you can see me state it
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That Knowledge Reign Supreme
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I be on the same streets, with them same hustlers and fiends
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But Hip Hop, do you know what it means?
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It means victory over the streets, check the last Beat Street scene
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I leak knowledge, inner-standing, wisdom
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KRS the type that get you outta the prison
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Elite knowledge, inner-standing, wisdom
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KRS the type that get you outta the prison, Believe
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[ Chorus ]
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[ Krs-One ]
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Yo, Yo, Believe it
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I only come to help you achieve it
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You could believe what you want, you can take it or leave it
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Slow it up or speed it, but never mind if you dont need it
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But I still gotta teach it, I still gotta speak it
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There's more to the streets than guns and stuff
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To all my fathers, you know one sons enough
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But if you have two or three
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You know they get -gasm what they see on the t.v
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You gotta believe me
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We gotta rise up
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All my daughters I beg, close your legs and kind of like open your minds up
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Before your times up, and you find what?
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You was just another stepping stone for him to climb up
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I'm what? A player? No
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A hoe? No. An average rhyme-sayer? No
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A neighbor? Yes. A friend of the Savior? Yes
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I can honestly say I'm blessed
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[ Chorus ]
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[ Krs-One ]
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Yo, its a Hip Hop intellectual heavyweight
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That leaves 'em in a truly inebriated state
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If you thinking about leaving, you better wait
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We only talking about freedom and showing love instead of hate
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But no, you dont think it's real
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Until you're shackled 'round your wrists and your ankles and your heels
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You could brag if you feel
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But don't forget to mention the twenty to life is part of the deal
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When the DEA flash that shield
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The bigger they are as stars
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Huh... the harder they squeal
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And usually your name comes out
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Leading to that knock on the door, and you being led out
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That's when my lyrics matter
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All them guns and bitches and hoes, you don't wanna hear them rappers
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That's when you wanna hear pastors
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But if you listen now, you can like avoid them disasters
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Turn your life over to God today
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Not a little bit, Yo, go all the way
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I said, turn your life over to God today
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Not a little bit, Yo, go all the way Yo
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[ Chorus ]
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[ Krs-One talking through Chorus ]
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It's live like that ya'll
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It's live just like that
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Big up! Terry Andrell
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Word up! D.J. Tine E. Tim
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Whew! G. Simone, you know you're not alone
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G. Simone, uh, uh
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Mickey Mic, Yo what up Mickey?
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Uh, Yo, Yeah
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Believe It
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