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Krs-One

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Boom, the almighty K.G. from the C.C.B. representin' with B.D.P All the way to the 2 G's, kickin' it live, C.C.B. in the house Yeah, baby Yeah, it's the Scratch Creator Grand Wizard DJ Theodore Much props to the Zulu Nation and to my man KRS-One Keep it real, peace Yo, this is the funky alien T.C. Islam World representative for the almighty universal Zulu Nation Coming through with the blastmaster, KRS-One Zulu Nation, B.D.P., raw forever, BLAOW! Super rocker Mr. Magic back to back with KRS-One Represent, yo, for the 9-pound on your Hot 97 Kool Herc, the godfather of hip-hop music And my man KRS-One is keepin' it alive Yo, this is DJ Chuck Chillout and I'm live, you understand? And I'm checking out my main man KRS-One He's always keepin' shit real, from the old to the new Yeah, this is MC Shan, I'm backstage with my man Kris And y'all don't believe the hype 'cause this is my man, yo And I'ma tell you, my man's shit gon' blow up this year, yo, watch Kevy Kev take the ladies to bed And, uh, uh, Rockwell to the depths of hell And, uh, uh, Donner Rocky hit the top and you don't stop And Master Rob like down south folks eat corn on the cob And Whipper Whip with the sure-shot shit And, yo, to my man Ruby Dee, peace, Puerto Rico, ho Yo, what's up? This is Scorpio, representin' the old school The panty inspector, ayo, Kris, man, no more talkin' Just bring it on Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger You're listening to the world's famous KRS-One's I know you're gonna dig this Haha, Blastmaster Kris, I don't talk ish Expand your consciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to Kris In hip-hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus That is the center of the group, we, us, they, them, you Every squad, every Mobb, to every crew Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental, but not meant to distract you, of course The style that I am kickin' is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, then Performed for a twenty-five dollar admission Reviewed in The Source You will listen, then find somethin' missin', of course It's skills, that's what you're fishin' for, it's lost I'm gettin' too explicit, the track jingles I won't do a wack album, then remix it for my single Kickin' rhymes 'til I wrinkle and my brown eyes twinkle God-core hip-hop for the nine-cinco Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Tasty like a soufflé French croissant on Tuesday Rappers be bootay, goofy, that's how they crew stay Bitin' whatever you say, the mood stay ego We know the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me wanna shoot a free throw, bow From the get-go, no, get-go, my flows hit slow Wherever all the dope shit go, that's where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I thank Self, which includes everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the shotty to the party I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body Some rappers like to come to the party Hopin' to leave with somebody, check I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin' respect (Aw, yeah) So check Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rappers are in danger Ha, new types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing, boy, you know you can sing I do not clutter up the airwaves with stacks of useless facts MCs tryin' to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks Freak that, I'll snap your back, as it cracks, you will experience Loss or lack of balance, stop the violence Fry from week to week like an allowance All of you are cowards, hidin' behind the mask of MC I remember thinkin' back to '83 No video, no, you had to be a real live MC Now you youngins grow up buggin', any new jock you're huggin' Weak production, let me tell you somethin' Any MC can battle for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story Act like you never saw me 'Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap— Rap Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger Rap— Rap— Rap— Rappers are in danger