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Live On The Mic (Bonus Track)

Kurupt
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Yeah, this is what you would call something like One of the things that you know when you meet your goal You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true Kurupt and KRS-One, freestyle Yes yes y'all, yeah yeah y'all KRS y'all, uh-huh, uh-huh Kurupt y'all, check it out Posse y'all, yes yes y'all KRS y'all, uh-huh, uh-huh Like this y'all You know what's up, comin through like that! I laugh at that, your whole premise is off I'm blastin that Somehow my foot is exactly where yo' ass is at Abusin it, you know me from '86 but since '77 I'm doin it You on the other hand still kinda new to it I spit better than debetter men than you have ever been Ain't no tellin when I send again to them yet another trend My voice sends shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again Many men are left, then baffled in the riddle and Then again I've noticed, that everybody think they can fuck with us But luckily I noticed, everybody wanna be close to us Tryin to bust when they bust, I seen 'em They ain't treacherous, and they ain't fuckin with us My style's out this universe Words that serve all these MC's that be hearin pre-verbs I break 'em down nouns and verbs They know exactly what I do I run through crew for crew KRS it's on you baby True underground, Boogie Down got 'em runnin around Comin to town breakin 'em all the way down and makin 'em frown True underground not a class clown copy You'll be assed out papi I roll with the mash-out posse The beat-down posse, terror squad, you'll find it was never hard When the clip load, now yo' FLIP MODE I blast the fresh flows my foes get deathblows The best knows how it goes, time to quit shows See I heard it before, worded before, reworded it before Before, every MC tried to serve it before B. Kurupt the raw dog hog, servin all of y'all Fuck around with us the top dog murder all of y'all My style's incredible, I'm out this mind state You lookin at me, "Oh my goodness, what rhymes he create?" Is he the best? I'm wonderin nah, ain't no best It's only me and KRS, we know niggas ain't no best Motherfucker UHHHHH, like that! Yeah, uh-huh, like that! UHH, like that! UHH, UHH, like that! Comin through in the studio live KRS-One, yeah I'm still on job But I represent MC's now out in... Yeah, no doubtin no doubtin I be Kurupt the raw dog and I'm droppin Every MC from here to Compton Raw dog assassin when you see me comin through blastin Don't matter no harassin they won't last in The last round, the last nigga knocked down Provocative sound, droppin all round for round And pound for pound, I be from the Dogg Pound It's me and Kris nigga you can eat my dick I break 'em down so quick, you can't fuck with this The lyricist the Poltergeist, way nice Break 'em and take 'em and freeze 'em just like ice Fuckin 'round with me, O.G., yo we so precise You know the teacher, agenda, he'll be here forever Time to surrender, when the, action start You start tremor, never lose my temper With my temple members You know the sender of the dope beat, remember? Yeah yeah, raw dog assassin style KRS and Kurupt! Yeah yeah y'all, uh-huh, like this I make 'em bounce, I make 'em bounce We make 'em bounce, yo I make 'em bounce Yo I blaze an ounce, yeah I blaze an ounce I'm on bounce to the ounce when the homies come through Dogg Pound we surround might be bustin at you I leave you flat homie, you wonderin you lookin back homie I leave you all alone in the danger zone Lookin at Kurupt but didn't notice it was on My homeboys said spread 'em, begin to spreadin In pursuit on +Bus' +Rhymes+, niggas are beheadin Me and Kris, we do it just like this Lyricist, niggas can't fuck with this That's right y'all, you heard what the man said KRS-One styles could never be dead As we chillin in the studio, chillin it's about three o'clock And we representin real hip-hop Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face KRS-One, all up in motherfuckin place You know what time it is we got the comeback again I got my friend, I can't remember his name again But I'm gonna keep flowin, gonna keep showin Lyrical skills, out the box we be blowin Like that, yo Posse you on the track? Come and get some of that, pass it right back Now my man Kurupt on the mic like this On the comeback, the representative of the side of Kris Clap a hand, get it all together then See me comin through, me and Kris tougher than leather and Every MC who comes through, be better than Claimin they better than, but we start severin Heads, everybody lookin at me I flows from the head Leave 'em all dead you niggas you heard what I said? Punk niggas, don't realize the game Despise niggas, homeboys I televise the game Seen the game so I'm televisin the game Surprisin the game, oh no I'm risin the game To shook down they took down shook like clowns See me rockin, I be rockin all around Don't you know it, yeah the Poltergeist poet Throw it I show it, homeboy just don't blow it Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth Gettin high as can be, even though they despisin me Realizin I be, makin more money than Spike Lee And that's my homey, O.G. to me Yo Kris, we gonna do it like this Drop 'em down quick, and they can eat a dick Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down Productions Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!