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von KRS‐One
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Here′s an example of the KRS One
Here's an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
Grab any tape that you think is hard
Put it in your tape deck and press record
Get this, what′s a real hip-hop MC?
Is it MTV? Is it BET?
Is it 5 M-I-C's so the people can see?
I mean, how you think you're free when you act like property?
Tell me, how do you judge an MC when he′s rockin′?
I mean, rockin' it live, not pickin′ his cotton
I mean, adjustin' his clothes, I mean, how do you know?
Before you come to the show, and you′re not gettin cheated
That you're not gettin heated, that you ain′t come to the club
Thinkin, "Uh-uh, I musta been weeded"
You got to be an educated consumer
Spend your money on MC's, cause these rappers'll do ya
All they want is your cash, ass, grass, gas, and a flick
When you ask for that autograph, they ass-dash, quick
Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don′t matter
He pulls his gat while we BUST OFF THE GATLER
He′s more of an actor, someone, into theater
Not an upright MC with styles who speaks clearer
Here's an example of the KRS One
Here′s an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
MC's have no time for the bar
Unless we politicin a tape to some drunk A&R
We grab the mic and say who we are
KRS, and start takin it to the chest of the best
This is not a test, or a demo
This is when you let go of the limo
Like many can′t do, then they wanna amp you
And chant new, record sellin
But movin the crowd is somethin that they can't do
Here′s an example of the KRS One
Here's an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
You got to be mistaken, I am not your boy
You fake what you create and playin witcha toys
G'wan with all that bullshit bout you bringin noise
Time for somethin more than po-po-poise poise
All of hip-hop ain′t seventeen
Some of us still go back to Microphone Fiend
Back when it was just MC′s and DJ's
No video to c′mon and just replay
Here's an example of the KRS One
Here′s an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
We could never stop, forever we rock, take a listen
The teacher is back, cause rap's wack when I′m missin
Me, I would never want the future to believe
That when they trust to look back on us there was no dope MC's
There was, all these rappers grabbin more and more money
And now that I'm A&R, they look more and more funny
They rap for platinum plaques without buildin
A cultural strategy worthy of our children
Here's an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
Grab any tape that you think is hard
Put it in your tape deck and press record
Get this, what′s a real hip-hop MC?
Is it MTV? Is it BET?
Is it 5 M-I-C's so the people can see?
I mean, how you think you're free when you act like property?
Tell me, how do you judge an MC when he′s rockin′?
I mean, rockin' it live, not pickin′ his cotton
I mean, adjustin' his clothes, I mean, how do you know?
Before you come to the show, and you′re not gettin cheated
That you're not gettin heated, that you ain′t come to the club
Thinkin, "Uh-uh, I musta been weeded"
You got to be an educated consumer
Spend your money on MC's, cause these rappers'll do ya
All they want is your cash, ass, grass, gas, and a flick
When you ask for that autograph, they ass-dash, quick
Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don′t matter
He pulls his gat while we BUST OFF THE GATLER
He′s more of an actor, someone, into theater
Not an upright MC with styles who speaks clearer
Here's an example of the KRS One
Here′s an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
MC's have no time for the bar
Unless we politicin a tape to some drunk A&R
We grab the mic and say who we are
KRS, and start takin it to the chest of the best
This is not a test, or a demo
This is when you let go of the limo
Like many can′t do, then they wanna amp you
And chant new, record sellin
But movin the crowd is somethin that they can't do
Here′s an example of the KRS One
Here's an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
You got to be mistaken, I am not your boy
You fake what you create and playin witcha toys
G'wan with all that bullshit bout you bringin noise
Time for somethin more than po-po-poise poise
All of hip-hop ain′t seventeen
Some of us still go back to Microphone Fiend
Back when it was just MC′s and DJ's
No video to c′mon and just replay
Here's an example of the KRS One
Here′s an example of the KRS One
They wish to conquer and defeat but they cannot
They must be on the top of who?
We could never stop, forever we rock, take a listen
The teacher is back, cause rap's wack when I′m missin
Me, I would never want the future to believe
That when they trust to look back on us there was no dope MC's
There was, all these rappers grabbin more and more money
And now that I'm A&R, they look more and more funny
They rap for platinum plaques without buildin
A cultural strategy worthy of our children
Writer(s): Lee Jackson, Keith Emerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

