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KRS-One

High School High soundtrack

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Wake up your mind black people, it`s illSuperior people use superior skillWe can defeat any congressional bill at willThe hip-hop nation will prevailall problems in society with inner city philosophyThe hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubtExecuted properlyI bigin to shout out, splat out approximatelythree single syllable words per secondlike I am God, you are God, we are God, forget itTime to sell it in a lyrical battle, I`ll never jet itLike a shot to ya head I`m embedded in your mindWith constant conscience lyrical rhymeAt the end of time, I`ll be in my primeRead the sign, men, rhyminlike an oratorical shyminI look still but I`m climbinNewsflash here`s the latest findinYa whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heartHip-hop displays artThe highest level of mental expression, play your partHook:I`m the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)Everybody knowsAll these motherfuckers tryin to be largewith their two car garage just like El DeBargeIt`s played out, fadin out, overTalk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetratorWholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavourDanger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkinCheck what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkinwith the stench of a snitch with information, leakinlinkin up with the enemies of Kris speakinBut I`m already in 1999feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mindRewind cos I got a little bit of timeNegativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentineI find my rhymes combines mobility, creativitypositivity, purger of sensibilityto a wide vicinity, engulfin your facilityO silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidityI rock way hard you can`t get wit meor go wit me or float wit meFrankly, this is wrong, people, poetryForget ya little off-the-head rhymeIt`s way past your bedtime, for the tenth timeforget tryin ta get mineI went from the park with my arc in the darkA simple spark, the little Park sparked now I`m in ya heartEverytime you think I`m comin one way, I come another wayIf you ain`t got no fly rhymes, say todayRun away, run away, run away....little boyLike the TAT crew I terrorise your toysNoise is what I hearwhen you shout your rhyme into the atmosphereThe blast master`s here!Hook (x2)Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defendedI see my schedule it`s open-endedI can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginnerWhat happened? You couldn`t be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?Now the teacher you retrudgeDon`t you know I am that lyrical gate keeperYou`ll get railed like the sleeperNo peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard stylethat keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhileyou hold your head, you can`t belive this godchildThis *?sins?* recommend ya and because you`re not fertileor fertile {pronounced "fertil"}Your reflex`s slow like a turtleYeah my picture you circle from papers and journalsWithout rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worstI verse, I burst suaInto a million childrenin Tiananmen buildingsWilling and start illing, comin thru the ceilingEnough of this reteric let`s start building

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