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[KRS-One] Uh-huh! Y`all forgot about this shit right? Haha Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!! Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha Yo turn it around for me one time Uhh, uhh, yo
[Verse One] I don`t despise thugs, I +ADVISE+ thugs I teach y`all thugs, cause that`s what I was Yeah I say was cause today I`m above All the guns, illegal funds, the crews and the drugs ANY HOOD I walk in, they show me love They say `Knowledge Reigns Supreme, WHATTUP CUZ?` Cops wanna get sit down and get all bud They wanna think as they drink drink down to the suds I respect it, but I don`t get down with the fuzz I don`t drink with DT`s I don`t hang with the judge But truth be truth and I got the proof Most ministers were straight thugged out in they youth See if you`re over 25 and you never got live when it was time to ride, you ain`t got no heart But if you`re over 26 and you`re still in the mix and your life you ain`t fixed, you ain`t doin your part You see them cats on TV, playin the role? Gassin y`all, them cats be over thirty years old! Actin all dirty and cold NONE OF MY CLASSIC ALBUMS they was worthy to hold I`m concerned with the soul, overstand? When we was slappin up rappers they was doin the running man You don`t know my style, we be straight gunnin man If you don`t know you better ask your older brother man Shit gets realer than, Real TV From eighty-six, ain`t no rapper realer than me Or Just-Ice, I.C.U. or Steady B What y`all waitin to see? Somethin faker than me? Don`t let me have to pull out the Jamaican in me I`d rather pull out the asalaam alaikum in me Wa-alaikum salaam, yo you wan` tess de Don? BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW-BLOAW-BLAOW, bwoy gone!
[Chorus] They don`t really wanna learn - well start gunnin `em down! Yo they really ain`t concerned - well start gunnin `em down! They don`t wanna get the book - well start gunnin `em down! They don`t want a conscious hook - well start gunnin `em down! They don`t wanna pay dues - well start gunnin `em down! They be actin brand new - well start gunnin `em down! They don`t wanna get the light - well start gunnin `em down! Yo, pass me the mic - we`ll start gunnin `em down!
[Verse Two] Watch dis! Your crew is my crew and my crew is my crew Your crew you lied to, my crew will find you The light I recite will blind and outshine you Street cats be wonderin why they even signed you Where they find you? WHO is the first cat to rap "wa-da-da-ding" and show you what the nine do? You ain`t never seen me behave with them firearms Maybe not, cause you just a slave to Viacom Me, I`m a free MC hip-hopper I teach real gangsters, hang with real Godsters I am to hip-hop what Selassie is to rastas Watch your mouth before someone I don`t know pops ya Lemme stop, don`t-a-stop the street rhetorhic, ha Your soul you sellin it ha, come wit some better shit, ha In five years your whole catalogue`s irrelevant ha You spit the ignorance while I spit intelligence You got it backwards like sayin hop-hip That`s why when you battled your whole crew got ripped!
{*needle drags across record*} You wanna battle?
[Chorus]
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