Lirik Lagu MC's Act Like They Don't Know - KRS One
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Intro
Clap your hands everybodyif you got what it takesCos I'm KRS and I'm on the micand Premier's on The Breaks
Verse 1
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know meI never won a GrammyI won't win a TonyBut I'm not the only MC keepin' it realWhen I grab the mic to smash a rappergirls go "Illlll!"Check the time as I rhymeit's 1995Whenever I arrive the party gets liverFlow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behindThe video rapper, you know, the chart climberClapper, down goes another rapperOnto another matter, punch up the data, BlastmasterKnowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly EverybodyCall up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a partyFlat top, braids, bald heads or natty dreadThere once was a story about a man named JedBut now Jed is dead, all his kids insteadWant to kick rhymes off the top of they headWord, what go around come around I figureNow we got white kids callin' themselves niggasThe tables turned as the crosses burnedRemember You Must LearnAbout the styles I flip and how wild I getI go on like a space age rocket shipYou could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or playerBut make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
Verse 2
This is what you waited all year forThe hardcore, that's what KRS is here forBig up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' illIf you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skillMC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlinesLet's battle to see who headlinesInstead of flow for flow let's go show for showToe for toe, yo, you better act like you knowToo many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightlyThey can't Move a Crowd, not even slightlyIt might be the fact that they express wacknessLet me show ya whose ass is the blackestI flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shitToo sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeitNow tone it down a bitMy title you will never get, I'm too intelligentI'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxicWhen I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock itIt split quick from the lyricDirect hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
Verse 3
Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect himCos they know this kid gets all up in they rectumSlappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' emJust deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' emWho in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?I design rhyme and get mine all the timeMC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC'sBelieve they could tangle with the likes of theseCross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arriveWide, magnified, live like the ocean tideYou dope, you lied, I reside like artefactsOn the wrong side of the tracks, electrifiedComin' around the mountain, you run and hideHopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricismAs I spark mad iszmThe 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
Clap your hands everybodyif you got what it takesCos I'm KRS and I'm on the micand Premier's on The Breaks
Verse 1
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know meI never won a GrammyI won't win a TonyBut I'm not the only MC keepin' it realWhen I grab the mic to smash a rappergirls go "Illlll!"Check the time as I rhymeit's 1995Whenever I arrive the party gets liverFlow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behindThe video rapper, you know, the chart climberClapper, down goes another rapperOnto another matter, punch up the data, BlastmasterKnowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly EverybodyCall up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a partyFlat top, braids, bald heads or natty dreadThere once was a story about a man named JedBut now Jed is dead, all his kids insteadWant to kick rhymes off the top of they headWord, what go around come around I figureNow we got white kids callin' themselves niggasThe tables turned as the crosses burnedRemember You Must LearnAbout the styles I flip and how wild I getI go on like a space age rocket shipYou could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or playerBut make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
Verse 2
This is what you waited all year forThe hardcore, that's what KRS is here forBig up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' illIf you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skillMC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlinesLet's battle to see who headlinesInstead of flow for flow let's go show for showToe for toe, yo, you better act like you knowToo many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightlyThey can't Move a Crowd, not even slightlyIt might be the fact that they express wacknessLet me show ya whose ass is the blackestI flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shitToo sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeitNow tone it down a bitMy title you will never get, I'm too intelligentI'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxicWhen I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock itIt split quick from the lyricDirect hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
Verse 3
Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect himCos they know this kid gets all up in they rectumSlappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' emJust deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' emWho in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?I design rhyme and get mine all the timeMC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC'sBelieve they could tangle with the likes of theseCross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arriveWide, magnified, live like the ocean tideYou dope, you lied, I reside like artefactsOn the wrong side of the tracks, electrifiedComin' around the mountain, you run and hideHopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricismAs I spark mad iszmThe 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
