Lirik Lagu Rappaz R. N. Dainja - KRS One
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Verse One:
Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ishExpand your conciousness and dismiss foolishnessNo one is new to this or new to KrisIn hip hop's atomic structureI am the nucleusThat is the center of the group we/usthey/them/youevery squad every massive every crewDental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps offThe cash is incidental but not mental distract you off courseThe style that I am kickin is like chickenIt will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admissionReviewed in The SourceYou will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skillsThat's what you're fishin for, it's lostI'm gettin too explicit, the track jinglesI won't do a wack album then remix it for my singleKickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkleGod called hip-hop for the nine-cinco
Verse Two:
Tasty like a souflee french croisant on TuesdayRappers be boo-tayGoo-fy that's how they crew stayBitin whatever you say to boost they egoWe know the steelo, your whole character is foulMakes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWWFrom the git go, no, get go, my flow hits lowWherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit goBee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I thinkSelf with ya groups everyone else and the bankOthers like to bring the shottie to the partyI bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the bodySome rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebodycheck, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respectAhh yeah... so check, UH!
Verse Three:
New types of verbal hip-hop I bringWhen you know you can sing BOY you know you can singI do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless factsMC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacksFreak that, I'll snap your back as it cracksyou will experience, loss or lack of balanceStop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowanceAll of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MCI remember, thinkin back to eighty-threeNo video, no you had to be a real live MCNow you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're hugginweak production, let me tell you somethinAny MC can battle for gloryBut to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another storyAct like you never saw meCause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category
Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ishExpand your conciousness and dismiss foolishnessNo one is new to this or new to KrisIn hip hop's atomic structureI am the nucleusThat is the center of the group we/usthey/them/youevery squad every massive every crewDental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps offThe cash is incidental but not mental distract you off courseThe style that I am kickin is like chickenIt will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admissionReviewed in The SourceYou will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skillsThat's what you're fishin for, it's lostI'm gettin too explicit, the track jinglesI won't do a wack album then remix it for my singleKickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkleGod called hip-hop for the nine-cinco
Verse Two:
Tasty like a souflee french croisant on TuesdayRappers be boo-tayGoo-fy that's how they crew stayBitin whatever you say to boost they egoWe know the steelo, your whole character is foulMakes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWWFrom the git go, no, get go, my flow hits lowWherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit goBee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I thinkSelf with ya groups everyone else and the bankOthers like to bring the shottie to the partyI bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the bodySome rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebodycheck, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respectAhh yeah... so check, UH!
Verse Three:
New types of verbal hip-hop I bringWhen you know you can sing BOY you know you can singI do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless factsMC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacksFreak that, I'll snap your back as it cracksyou will experience, loss or lack of balanceStop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowanceAll of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MCI remember, thinkin back to eighty-threeNo video, no you had to be a real live MCNow you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're hugginweak production, let me tell you somethinAny MC can battle for gloryBut to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another storyAct like you never saw meCause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category
