Yeah.....what my my reason heads.......good thread Mumo X........KRS ONE.....imo......is the best Emcee........I got mad respect for the teacher......I met him a couple of times in the Brooklyn Public Library when he was advocating for children to read and stuff.......he also came to my school to give a lecture on Hip Hop History and culture......by the way.......His latest album is slept on.......Sneak attack was another slept on album that I recommend for real hip hop heads to listen to.
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Artist: KRS-One
Album: The Sneak Attack
Song: Krush Them
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[KRS-One]
We crush, them, and they clickLet me tell you right now what you supposed to get
You supposed to get free and intelligent
Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant
We CRUSH, THEM, and they crew
Let me tell you right now what you supposed to do
While they floss with the chi-ching and all the rings
You stay focused, keep doin your thing
You cannot get the diamond ring,
if you can't really sing
Or if you haven't got a skill, that you ready to fling
What you bringin to the table if you not really able
Tryin to get to the top, like the Tower of Babel
Back in the days, remember all the old gold cablesWhere they at now?
Sold, when they dropped from the label
All the money they gave you made you very unstable
They really enslaved but you wasn't able with the coke in your nasal
to see, you up in the crib but they rockin your cradle
You a joke and you fatal, t
hey made you an M.C.Meaning:
Most ConfusedNot E-M-C-E-E, that's what I use
Many people really wanna know from me
when I'ma drop and they can go cop, the next LP
Or CD, or T-A-P-E you seeIt's about word of mouth, for me
We crush, them, and they click
Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get
You supposed to get free and intelligent
Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant
We CRUSH, THEM, and they rap
Yo, they don't really know where the money is at
And what's funny is that, is if you'd just stay focused
they'd be the one to be the brokest!
I'm from the inner city, that's right
Flashy asses and titties that's right
No pity mad graffiti that's right
Broken gang treaties, that's real
I speak complete broken slang freely at will
I spit what I'm about to spit, get what I'm about to get
Never no counterfeit, movin about a bit
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, only a few like the sound of it
Others can't get down with it (ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. BREAK!)
So why did I have to come off my sabbatical?
Battle you? My metachromatical will splatter you
I got another track to do, I can't mack witchuYour rhymes are fictional, mine are factual
I'll embarass you, I'm glad to do
I'm the teacher but in the streets it can be bad for you
I feel sad for you, cause you frontin like you gettin ahead
but you really on E instead
I've come to show these people you're not my equal
All you want is the cash and a hoe in a see-throughY
eah; KRS-One comin through with the breeze teamYou know how we doWe crush, them, and they clickLet me tell you right now what you supposed to getYou supposed to get free and intelligentNot a platinum plaque, that's irrelevantYo we crush them, and they squadLet me tell you right now that it's all about GodYou can walk around the streets like you livin it hardBut a real teacher know when you scarredI refuse to be bought, I refuse to snoozeI refuse to come up short, I refuse to loseI refuse to be caught in the courtI refuse to refuse bein taught, I refuse evil thoughtsCause they whole {shit's} wack, trap's wackYou're wack, you're pack's wack, in fact I jab-slap thatCap at that, now, retract that crap, wherever I'm in or atYou better go back and sip that crapBring your gat, I'm lovin thatLike football, you'll be, runnin-backBlazin 'em, merely dazin 'em, barely playin 'em outThese are God's lyrics, I'm just sayin 'em out
^^^^^^^I mean come on fam.......niggas cant really fuck with KRS......i dont give a fuck what they say
