Lirik Lagu Kenny Parker Show 2001 - Xzibit
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[KRS-One]You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. DreYou know what time it is!Xzibit steps up to the miclayin down the hard-core, real raw, undergroundMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit]Well it's me, down with D-R-EX to the Z rocks any partyRocks the beats, and the breaksRocks the cocks off the whores in the placeCause suckers shake, while I'm creatinThey get together and they start to hatinHow can we take him out one timecause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymesI might go first, and he'll go secondI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your micDroppin hot shit I likeSo throw up your hands bitch, run your iceCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourthBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step offSix is your beatdown, your title is sevenTakin out your four man crew makes elevenBy the twelveth I go for selfRockin L.A. like no one else..You can check any rapper from the underground scenebut few have dropped hot shit and seen greenSome have dope twelve inches, count 'emBut not many niggaz have slammin albumsX to the Z rocks consistantlyI'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with meWhy? Well that's my secret babyI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay meSo you can call me, a public servantNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned itSo I just walk, or ride my bikeand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonightGive me a chance and I'll rock the houseBut let a motherfucker try to take me outCause male or female, I will strangleIf it's a label, they have to untangleAdidas, chains, jerseys, braidsBandanas hangin off the end of my gaugeStep right up if that's what you likebut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dykeIn the night at a height right for flightWay out of sight, you bite, I reciteMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay whiteas your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!".. I am your mentorHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckersand just back up quicklyYour style is sickly but you persist to get meor outwit me with the style that I createdyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoesOh, all of a sudden you don't knowor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mindthat rhyme that place do not chaseI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACEIn case you hate I won't write no tough rapFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
[KRS-One]Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!I don't think they understand this shit!Break this shit over they backs!
[Xzibit]I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdoI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crewI deny your existence as artistsYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weakbut when you speak through the microphoneyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earthThe light comes forth cause Mr. XIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the fleshI snatch the mic and get hypeBehave, before you make the news front pageHeaded for the grave and the wakeSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALKAnd put a little pep in your stepX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utationin the nation, in creationAll you assholes in ANY occupationLike rappers with nothin to sayI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with DreCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rathergather together and splatterwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is overwhen you push the record but don't push the culture
[KRS-One]Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxinYo Xzibit, keep rockin!
[Xzibit]Just throw your hands in the skyStill believe real niggaz never dieAnd if you in this life just gettin bySomebody say, "I'm high!"(I'm high!) "I'm high!"(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stopYeah..
[KRS-One]Woop woop, woop, woop woop!You know what time it isPull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..underground.. rawness! Straight off the streetXzibit, turn it up..
[Xzibit]Well it's me, down with D-R-EX to the Z rocks any partyRocks the beats, and the breaksRocks the cocks off the whores in the placeCause suckers shake, while I'm creatinThey get together and they start to hatinHow can we take him out one timecause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymesI might go first, and he'll go secondI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your micDroppin hot shit I likeSo throw up your hands bitch, run your iceCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourthBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step offSix is your beatdown, your title is sevenTakin out your four man crew makes elevenBy the twelveth I go for selfRockin L.A. like no one else..You can check any rapper from the underground scenebut few have dropped hot shit and seen greenSome have dope twelve inches, count 'emBut not many niggaz have slammin albumsX to the Z rocks consistantlyI'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with meWhy? Well that's my secret babyI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay meSo you can call me, a public servantNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned itSo I just walk, or ride my bikeand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonightGive me a chance and I'll rock the houseBut let a motherfucker try to take me outCause male or female, I will strangleIf it's a label, they have to untangleAdidas, chains, jerseys, braidsBandanas hangin off the end of my gaugeStep right up if that's what you likebut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dykeIn the night at a height right for flightWay out of sight, you bite, I reciteMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay whiteas your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!".. I am your mentorHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckersand just back up quicklyYour style is sickly but you persist to get meor outwit me with the style that I createdyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoesOh, all of a sudden you don't knowor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mindthat rhyme that place do not chaseI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACEIn case you hate I won't write no tough rapFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
[KRS-One]Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!I don't think they understand this shit!Break this shit over they backs!
[Xzibit]I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdoI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crewI deny your existence as artistsYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weakbut when you speak through the microphoneyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earthThe light comes forth cause Mr. XIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the fleshI snatch the mic and get hypeBehave, before you make the news front pageHeaded for the grave and the wakeSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALKAnd put a little pep in your stepX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utationin the nation, in creationAll you assholes in ANY occupationLike rappers with nothin to sayI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with DreCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rathergather together and splatterwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is overwhen you push the record but don't push the culture
[KRS-One]Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxinYo Xzibit, keep rockin!
[Xzibit]Just throw your hands in the skyStill believe real niggaz never dieAnd if you in this life just gettin bySomebody say, "I'm high!"(I'm high!) "I'm high!"(I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stopYeah..
[KRS-One]Woop woop, woop, woop woop!You know what time it isPull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..underground.. rawness! Straight off the streetXzibit, turn it up..
