文本歌词

What yeah
Shoutout minister server
Word up super j
My man byron is goin off
Marlowe inebriated beats word
Uhh you know what this is word up
Who be rockin it constantly
Krs
Who be droppin philosophy
Krs
For the real it got to be
Krs
Them n***az ain't stoppin me
Krs
Whack rappers they got to go
Let 'em have it
So they front on that microphone
Let 'em have it
I be comin in all wild with raw styles
Goin that long mile makin 'em all smile
Make it happen mc'n no rappin believe me I'm strappin
You see me I'm slappin believe me you deceive me
It can greasy I'm cappin bring the action add the clips
Start subtractin multiply them shots you a fraction
Raise up blaze up get made up
You wanna bug out you'll get sprayed up now
Bo bo bo bo yeah
It's the temple expandin your mental
Inebriated instrumentals believe me nothin defends you
When I spit rappers be runnin out really quick
They come with that silly s**t but them not really it
Kris is it them an idiot if it wasn't for radio programmin
You wouldn't be feelin it or willin it
Original metaphysical meta-lyrical
Forever spiritual really man I ain't feelin you
Yeah yeah whattup
I'm somethin like a phe-nom-enon fast like ramadan
You can never tell what style I'm on
Wise like solomon unlike any udda mon
If you lookin for that bling bling go check dat udda mon
What I utter mon be butter mon straight from the gutter mon
Boxcutter in one hand buck in the other one
Lyric I got a ton of 'em gunnin 'em not frontin 'em
Back again it's krs-one and them ohh
Woooo so
Feel it
Let 'em have it
So they front on the microphone
Let 'em have it
Y'all better catch up ha ha
Y'all better catch up word up