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[ KRS-One ] Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord Finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all MC I kill Come down [ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ] Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swing With some ill muthafuckas, we don't dance and sing In '95 we out-jinglin Servin 'poetic justice' without that nigga John Singleton I do my thing while the fans be jealin Hey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him I don't fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool Just give me a beat with a bass groove I'm mad funky, ask the experts Cause I make you bob your head until your muthafuckin neck hurt So don't ask me to match, gee Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to your face like acne Now rappers run scams and flim-flams On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man They rap fast, tryin to stack cash But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed Yellin and screamin like they got somethin When they don't got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin Talkin how they be raggin shit When I don't know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthafuckin Arabic They act so ill, they no frills They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills When I'm around y'all feel funny Cause I'm young makin funds like Shaquille O'Neal, money You want any drama? You better wear plenty armor I cut that ass like the chef at Benny Harner's The funky man's in it to win it We gotta keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks Whoever make a hit they the best (That's a gimmick) You sell records based on how you dress (That's a gimmick) Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, that's kinda fresh (That's a gimmick) What's when you're soft but you're frontin like you're stressed? (That's a gimmick) What's when you're only into rap to get paid? (That's a gimmick) What's when you're yellin and screamin up on stage? (That's a gimmick) When your career is numbered by days? (That's a gimmick) What's when your lyrical style is just a faze? (That's a gimmick) [ VERSE 2: KRS-One ] I guess yes y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the street Let me put my beeper on 'vibrate', so won't hear it beep Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it Let it be known, KRS is not about a gimmick I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin I raise the mic stand, because I'm tall and I keep the crowd callin I'm not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel Punk, I battle MC's for real Fuck a record deal when you're still into hip-hoppin With your country ass, sound like you're still pickin cotton You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen The lyrical teacher's not the one you should be checkin This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I'm mad clever I shoop, you doop, you doop like Salt-N-Pepa Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine When I rhyme I clean up MC's with the fresh smell of pine I got skills, and it shows You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like Janet Jackson's nose I'm sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt You're sellin that fake shit like the Home Shopping Network You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second But frankly the bottom line is: where's your hit record? You claim I'm jockin, you claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness? If i'm on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis I come with lyrical physical fitness Two months from now you will have bit this Watch me light that ass up like Christmas Don't let me come out on that ass Start flippin the lyrics I be kickin Be hotter than curry chicken So whether from the east or from the west There's no other KRS I got force I came to your town to set it off So when Finesse goes 'hit it' I'll never mimick KRS-One could never use a gimmick When you're ridin the next rapper's dick (That's a gimmick) When you're R&B, and then you cold flip (That's a gimmick) Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (That's a gimmick) When yout get over, but your skills ain't shit (That's a gimmick) When you rap, but you don't have soul (That's a gimmick) When you cross over just to go gold (That's a gimmick) When you're not a gangster, but portrayin a role (That's a gimmick) What's when you shape in somebody else's mould? (That's a gimmick) [ VERSE 3: Lord Finesse ] Man your station, cause the clan you're facin Is steppin to you trash muthafuckas like sanitatian I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it's showtime (What up, kid?) Brothers know I can hold mine On the real I got rhymes skills When the time's ill I'm blowin up spots like a minefield Brothers front with they chest out But words from Finesse's mouth'll leave them niggas stressed out They make me sick to my stomach (So put it on em, kid!) Them muthafuckas don't want it They can't see me, believe me They all phoneys, like them niggas that be wrestlin on tv Yo, they're nowhere near pro And niggas couldn't hang if they was muthafuckin scarecrows Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake Talkin that gangster shit, when they're softer than a poundcake So why you're frontin with the burner, kid When you done took more ass-whippins than fuckin Tina Turner did You wanna front? So be it But fuck beatin around the bush, I just speak how I see it Me fall off? That shit's dead That's not happenin, kid, so get that shit through your thick head I'll never sellout (What?) You head right I'll never cross over (Aight!) Word life So when I said it, peep the method If I never go gold but get credit, I won't sweat it In '95 we all in it We gotta keep it real, yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks What's when you rap and don't appreciate the art? (That's a gimmick) What's when you sell out just to get a start? (That's a gimmick) What's when you make bullshit just for the charts? (That's a gimmick) What's when you rap, but it's not from the heart? (That's a gimmick) What's when you're hardcore, then you turn pop? (That's a gimmick) When you steal ideas to get props? (That's a gimmick) When you sell out to be on top? (That's a gimmick) What's when you front like you're hard, but you're not? (That's a gimmick) [ KRS-One ] Now let this be a lesson to all MC's And DJ's Anyone that come across the line will have to pay Real hip hop is in effect Real hip-hop is in effect Real hip-hop is in effect Give it respect We catch wreck

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