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[ KRS-One ]
Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord Finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all MC I kill Come down [ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ] Check it out, come on, here`s your chance to swing With some ill muthafuckas, we don`t dance and sing In `95 we out-jinglin Servin `poetic justice` without that nigga John Singleton I do my thing while the fans be jealin Hey yo, I`m so dope, you better tap your man and tell him I don`t fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool Just give me a beat with a bass groove I`m mad funky, ask the experts Cause I make you bob your head until your muthafuckin neck hurt So don`t ask me to match, gee Cause if you ain`t real, I`m bringin it to your face like acne Now rappers run scams and flim-flams On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man They rap fast, tryin to stack cash But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed Yellin and screamin like they got somethin When they don`t got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin Talkin how they be raggin shit When I don`t know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthafuckin Arabic They act so ill, they no frills They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills When I`m around y`all feel funny Cause I`m young makin funds like Shaquille O`Neal, money You want any drama? You better wear plenty armor I cut that ass like the chef at Benny Harner`s The funky man`s in it to win it We gotta keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks Whoever make a hit they the best (That`s a gimmick) You sell records based on how you dress (That`s a gimmick) Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, that`s kinda fresh (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you`re soft but you`re frontin like you`re stressed? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you`re only into rap to get paid? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you`re yellin and screamin up on stage? (That`s a gimmick) When your career is numbered by days? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when your lyrical style is just a faze? (That`s a gimmick) [ VERSE 2: KRS-One ] I guess yes y`all, to the beat y`all, bring in the street Let me put my beeper on `vibrate`, so won`t hear it beep Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it Let it be known, KRS is not about a gimmick I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin I raise the mic stand, because I`m tall and I keep the crowd callin I`m not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel Punk, I battle MC`s for real Fuck a record deal when you`re still into hip-hoppin With your country ass, sound like you`re still pickin cotton You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen The lyrical teacher`s not the one you should be checkin This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I`m mad clever I shoop, you doop, you doop like Salt-N-Pepa Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine When I rhyme I clean up MC`s with the fresh smell of pine I got skills, and it shows You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like Janet Jackson`s nose I`m sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt You`re sellin that fake shit like the Home Shopping Network You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second But frankly the bottom line is: where`s your hit record? You claim I`m jockin, you claim I`m on your dick, where`s your witness? If i`m on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis I come with lyrical physical fitness Two months from now you will have bit this Watch me light that ass up like Christmas Don`t let me come out on that ass Start flippin the lyrics I be kickin Be hotter than curry chicken So whether from the east or from the west There`s no other KRS I got force I came to your town to set it off So when Finesse goes `hit it` I`ll never mimick KRS-One could never use a gimmick When you`re ridin the next rapper`s dick (That`s a gimmick) When you`re R&B, and then you cold flip (That`s a gimmick) Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (That`s a gimmick) When yout get over, but your skills ain`t shit (That`s a gimmick) When you rap, but you don`t have soul (That`s a gimmick) When you cross over just to go gold (That`s a gimmick) When you`re not a gangster, but portrayin a role (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you shape in somebody else`s mould? (That`s a gimmick) [ VERSE 3: Lord Finesse ] Man your station, cause the clan you`re facin Is steppin to you trash muthafuckas like sanitatian I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it`s showtime (What up, kid?) Brothers know I can hold mine On the real I got rhymes skills When the time`s ill I`m blowin up spots like a minefield Brothers front with they chest out But words from Finesse`s mouth`ll leave them niggas stressed out They make me sick to my stomach (So put it on em, kid!) Them muthafuckas don`t want it They can`t see me, believe me They all phoneys, like them niggas that be wrestlin on tv Yo, they`re nowhere near pro And niggas couldn`t hang if they was muthafuckin scarecrows Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake Talkin that gangster shit, when they`re softer than a poundcake So why you`re frontin with the burner, kid When you done took more ass-whippins than fuckin Tina Turner did You wanna front? So be it But fuck beatin around the bush, I just speak how I see it Me fall off? That shit`s dead That`s not happenin, kid, so get that shit through your thick head I`ll never sellout (What?) You head right I`ll never cross over (Aight!) Word life So when I said it, peep the method If I never go gold but get credit, I won`t sweat it In `95 we all in it We gotta keep it real, yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks What`s when you rap and don`t appreciate the art? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you sell out just to get a start? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you make bullshit just for the charts? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you rap, but it`s not from the heart? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you`re hardcore, then you turn pop? (That`s a gimmick) When you steal ideas to get props? (That`s a gimmick) When you sell out to be on top? (That`s a gimmick) What`s when you front like you`re hard, but you`re not? (That`s a gimmick) [ KRS-One ] Now let this be a lesson to all MC`s And DJ`s Anyone that come across the line will have to pay Real hip hop is in effect Real hip-hop is in effect Real hip-hop is in effect Give it respect We catch wreck
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