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[10 second news intro][KRS-One]That`s right, on any beat we sailDon`t put your money on bail, put it on full scaleHa hah! Never fail, KRSI`d rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by meThan one million of your fake fanatics behind meI keep it grimey, chase me, you will never find meI`ll take you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time meYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlinI`m givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prisonYou small time, you ain`t a pro; yeah you kick the raw rhymeBut your show and your flow - that`s all mineOh silly me, if I call on my lyric abilityI`ll bring it right straight to your jaw, free deliveryGet with me, now I spit rapI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!Click-a-click clap, you don`t wanna battle meYou wanna scat away - I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, FridayWait, let me check the schedule again, SaturdayI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran that-awayThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no formatNow why would you place your money on that?I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!Real teachers teach real things!I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with itChallenging knowledge, only means that you`re ignorantWith the sword of justice, your throat I`m stickin itGossip and scandal? I don`t put my lips in itGrow up, I`m movin like a U-Haul truckYou all stuck cause you all suck, duck duck buck buck buckForget the curb hops, your luck stopsI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks[Big Pun]Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah MuhammedBut I`m God-retarded, ain`t no righteousness in this heart of violenceHard as diamond but I`m in the rough, listen upIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it`s in the cuffsAin`t no snitchin us, bitchin usUnofficialness, everything we are star, you wish you wasOfficial thugs in the drug professionDrug connections, drug addictionsStill seein the judge for drug possessionThe four-D`s, all these is more reas`to either get big, or leave or let liveWe the best there is T.S., ain`t nobody elseWe probably Dove; cause we all way on top of the shelfI`m lockin your wealth, with the master keys freezeDon`t try to breeze, I`ma squeeze and blast the back of your kneesJust pass the cheese, please don`t test the toasterMy tech`ll roast ya body faster than Ferrari`s TestarossaYou gettin closer to death, reaper`s got a hold on your breathYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your fleshYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bedMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dickNow what`s the problem? You ain`t nuttin like you said on your albumI thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the IslandYou was`t violent, you was silent tryin to get college creditsHow pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenicsI`m "Dianetics" combined with lyricsMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I`m a shinin spiritYou gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poisonYou gotta cheer it, if you can`t win you better join `emI`m head-annointin niggaz like the Holy GospelI`m the only vato loco to smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrilsWatch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yoursWarlords, callin The Giant, it`s all yours[A.G.]Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heatWith a license to kill like police, so don`t sleepThe sun shines, brighter, than any starRap terrorist, bomb mics in the name of AllahShow & A.G. is who we are, forever terrorAll I need is 26 letters and 16 barsI`ll be bomb droppin, verses, that be so depthSearchin for those who co-slept, `til there`s no leftCurious, how we still around, mysteriousLike a dopefiend clean, never touchin the groundAnd you knew it when you heard us, I`m fluent with thisMC`s wanna serve us, DJ`s are mad nervousBut can`t hurt us, they get the dick, I beG.D. for life, roll with D.I., T.C.Short for D-I, G-G, I-NDouble it, add the Crates, now they lovin itNo need to cover it, let it shine like the sun doNow who reflect like us? None do, but still come throughHumble, even when I play with itConvey it in a way that sounds so dopeYou wanna quote and learn to say itUnderdog for life, ain`t commercial enough, to be the favoriteI`m trife, I bite when you bark, so save itHe has to be a Master P, imitationCause he ain`t "bout it" plus he ain`t +TRU+Show & A the same twoSince we first came through, niggaz yellinY`all supposed to rock and blow the spot, I said we aim toIf we don`t climax we can`t blame youTold shorty ridin shotgun, ain`t that true?It must have hit her off guard, she wasn`t readyMind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it "Heavy"

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