Lirik Lagu De Automatic - KRS One F/ Fat Joe
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Some fear de 'maticAh hah hahheh heh hehEHHHCheck it out
Some fear de 'maticyes de automaticDisrespectfrom MC'sme nah go have itDe automaticget de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy MC's waste they time chasin millionsWhile KRS Oneholds the minds of the childrenI'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty four thousandChosen few heads up in project housinA true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the centerI enter any cipher, with tales of adventureIf rappers are ridin beats like cars, I'm bendin mad fendersPut down your mic and surrenderYouse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavementKickin Edutainment while you wait for your arraignmentSave it friend before your chest I cave it inI got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin Harley DavidsonHow do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figureIt's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a niggaDon't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarterFor starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose(Word) KRS-One will fuck up parties dramaticallyMy reflex'll slap a wack rapper automaticallyWhen you was home witcha mother, afraid of the darkI was sleepin out in Prospect ParkEatin one meal every 48 hoursWritin dope rhyme styles that you now devourDon't you realize, that I'm all about survivalI got only friends cause I KILLED all my rivalsShow up at the rhyme recitals, took they titlesFrom eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wildernessI'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin thisI wrote over 100 rap hooksand sociological books, while you worried about your looksNow you wanna enter the dragon in soundBut I've got the live club show locked downPlatinum and gold don't hold in my arenaYou gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see yaI manifest, in the West the East and overseasThe vision in rap is wack, and I don't know of theseI represent New York to be specificThe South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still giftedI grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucksI start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-sixNo gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
[Fat Joe]Yeah yeah it's the God Fat JoeRepresentin the motherfuckin South BronxWith my nigga Kris, knockin off fraudsMotherfuckers wanna do what?Big shout out to my nigga Kenny ParkerIll Will, BDP crew for life niggaNaughty Gotto, the Big French productionsOf course the TAT crew, my nigga BrimThe T.S. crew, and the whole GodsvilleSouth Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South BronxSouth Bronx, the South South BronxYeah! Uhh!
Some fear de 'maticyes de automaticDisrespectfrom MC'sme nah go have itDe automaticget de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy MC's waste they time chasin millionsWhile KRS Oneholds the minds of the childrenI'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty four thousandChosen few heads up in project housinA true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the centerI enter any cipher, with tales of adventureIf rappers are ridin beats like cars, I'm bendin mad fendersPut down your mic and surrenderYouse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavementKickin Edutainment while you wait for your arraignmentSave it friend before your chest I cave it inI got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin Harley DavidsonHow do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figureIt's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a niggaDon't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarterFor starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose(Word) KRS-One will fuck up parties dramaticallyMy reflex'll slap a wack rapper automaticallyWhen you was home witcha mother, afraid of the darkI was sleepin out in Prospect ParkEatin one meal every 48 hoursWritin dope rhyme styles that you now devourDon't you realize, that I'm all about survivalI got only friends cause I KILLED all my rivalsShow up at the rhyme recitals, took they titlesFrom eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wildernessI'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin thisI wrote over 100 rap hooksand sociological books, while you worried about your looksNow you wanna enter the dragon in soundBut I've got the live club show locked downPlatinum and gold don't hold in my arenaYou gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see yaI manifest, in the West the East and overseasThe vision in rap is wack, and I don't know of theseI represent New York to be specificThe South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still giftedI grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucksI start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-sixNo gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics
De automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from MC's, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die
[Fat Joe]Yeah yeah it's the God Fat JoeRepresentin the motherfuckin South BronxWith my nigga Kris, knockin off fraudsMotherfuckers wanna do what?Big shout out to my nigga Kenny ParkerIll Will, BDP crew for life niggaNaughty Gotto, the Big French productionsOf course the TAT crew, my nigga BrimThe T.S. crew, and the whole GodsvilleSouth Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South BronxSouth Bronx, the South South BronxYeah! Uhh!
