Intro:
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Yo what's up?
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This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One.
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Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex
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so I say...
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Hook:
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Me never never never cross over
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Me never never never never go commercial la la (x2)
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Verse 1:
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You ain't major you minor
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Get behind a real rhymer
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Graff writer, chart climber, path finder, rewinder
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A minute
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That ass let me get WAY up in it
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Now you did it
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You steppin' to me like you some type of lyrical chef
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But like Coolio said G you better make a leeeft
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Now you in the party actin' hard
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You need to be home asleep so you can wake up early and get a job
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Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin'
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Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
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MC's today are too pretty what a pity
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I represent the city where it's gritty
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And GRIMY I'm ferrous you're curious
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Just try me if you're serious
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Who's your trainer I'll smash you in the face with a bottle
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Hit the toggle switch back to a role model
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You Benedict Arnold
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I'll calm you
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You ain't wild I heard this kid in Brooklyn with the same style
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Timing for timing your rhymin'
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And with that biddy bye bye follow me massive you don't wanna go there
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I got mad skills and style I will get wild
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Feel my file
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Conceptually ahead by miles
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Who's to blame when your lyrics are lame?
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No octane just can't play the game quite the same
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I'm in the passing lane
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Shoooom I go by you like a Japanese bullet train
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I heard you trying to damage my name
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But can...you...stand..the...rain?
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The one's I don't kill go insane
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Fuck the flamboyant MC I come plain (complain)
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What you tryin' for?
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What you lyin' for?
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You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for?
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So lets settle the score with rhythmic metaphor
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Strickly the motherfuckin' God core
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So I say
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Hook
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Verse 2:
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So I leap through
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And dominate the microphone I speak through
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I'm writtin' for the people bite if you need to
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I can see through
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And see dat
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You saw an MC and tried to be dat
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That MC you saw ME
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Can you believe dat?
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And agree dat
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True lyrics will always suffice?
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And R.E.A.L. meanin' Rhymes Equal Actual Life
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Is the true essence and ebony
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Trace your record sales G
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Somethings are pure luck others things are meant to be
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I bet they'll mention me
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In the next century
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"KRS-One innovator in early rap poetry"
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Simotainusly you will be forgotten
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While in the year 2000 'Criminal Minded' will STILL be rockin'
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You waste your time battlin' me
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I got mine happenin' see
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You should of thought G
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You should of thought sooner
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instead of battlin' me you need to plan your longevity
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Before you die broke like Sammy Davis Jr.
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The solar followed by the lunar
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Followed by the solar
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Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola
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The point is that
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Whatever the outcome of the battle
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the battle goes on with more french fries and soda
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So I say...
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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Pass the ?
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Pass it over here beginner
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Battlin' me ain't worth it just to say you are the winner
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You'll still be rippin' parties, no
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*I'll* still be rippin' parties
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You'll still be eatin' McDonalds for dinner
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So all you teeny weeny iddy bitty yellow polka dot MCs
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I travel the world while you stuck around the way
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You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs trapped inside your city (ha ha)
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Turn off your mic you got nothing else to say
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So back up from my yard
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Move from the door
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You name ain't Funkmaster so what you Flexin' for?
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KRS-One Speech - KRS-One
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Funkmaster Flex |