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Wake up your mind black people, it`s ill
Superior people use superior skill We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip-hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I`ll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I`m embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I`ll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I`m climbin Newsflash here`s the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part Hook: I`m the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It`s played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I`m already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can`t get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It`s way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I`m in ya heart Everytime you think I`m comin one way, I come another way If you ain`t got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master`s here! Hook (x2) Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it`s open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner What happened? You couldn`t be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don`t you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You`ll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can`t belive this godchild This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you`re not fertile or fertile {pronounced "fertil"} Your reflex`s slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let`s start building
Прямая ссылка на текст песни High School Rock: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7867.html » KRS-One - The Mix Tape » KRS-One - Plan Up Your Family » KRS-One - Fourth Quarter » KRS-One - Mortal Thought (I Must Roc the Mic) » KRS-One - The Mind » KRS-One - Ova Here (Remix) » KRS-One - Down the Charts » KRS-One - Phucked » KRS-One - Black Cop » KRS-One - Krush Them » KRS-One - Can`t Stop » KRS-One - Are You Ready for This » KRS-One - Ah-Yeah » KRS-One - It`s All a Struggle » KRS-One - WordPerfect » KRS-One - Ain`t Ready » KRS-One - Take Your Tyme » KRS-One - Intro: You Know What`s Up! » KRS-One - Only One » KRS-One - Return of the Boom Bap |
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