Текст песни KRS One - MC`s Act Like They Don`t Know
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IntroClap your hands everybody if you got what it takesCos I`m KRS and I`m on the mic and Premier`s on The BreaksVerse 1If you don`t know me by now I doubt you`ll ever know meI never won a Grammy I won`t win a TonyBut I`m not the only MC keepin` it realWhen I grab the mic to smash a rapper girls go "Illlll!"Check the time as I rhyme it`s 1995Whenever I arrive the party gets liverFlow with the master rhymer, that`s to leave behindThe video rapper, you know, the chart climberClapper, down goes another rapperOnto another matter, punch up the data, BlastmasterKnowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly EverybodyCall up KRS, I`m guaranteed to rip a partyFlat top, braids, bald heads or natty dreadThere once was a story about a man named JedBut now Jed is dead, all his kids insteadWant to kick rhymes off the top of they headWord, what go around come around I figureNow we got white kids callin` themselves niggasThe tables turned as the crosses burnedRemember You Must LearnAbout the styles I flip and how wild I getI go on like a space age rocket shipYou could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or playerBut make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayerVerse 2This is what you waited all year forThe hardcore, that`s what KRS is here forBig up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin` illIf you see then ya saw I`m in your grill with mad skillMC`s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlinesLet`s battle to see who headlinesInstead of flow for flow let`s go show for showToe for toe, yo, you better act like you knowToo many MC`s take that word `emcee` lightlyThey can`t Move a Crowd, not even slightlyIt might be the fact that they express wacknessLet me show ya whose ass is the blackestI flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shitToo sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeitNow tone it down a bitMy title you will never get, I`m too intelligentI`ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxicWhen I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock itIt split quick from the lyricDirect hit, perfect fit, you can`t get with itVerse 3Some MC`s don`t like the KRS but they must respect himCos they know this kid gets all up in they rectumSlappin` and selectin` em, checkin` em, disrespectin` emJust deckin` em, deckin` em, deck-in` emWho in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?I design rhyme and get mine all the timeMC`s standin` on the sidelines, always dissin`When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin`I don`t burn, I don`t freeze, yet some MC`sBelieve they could tangle with the likes of theseCross your t`s and dot your i`s whenever I arriveWide, magnified, live like the ocean tideYou dope, you lied, I reside like artefactsOn the wrong side of the tracks, electrifiedComin` around the mountain, you run and hideHopin` your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricismAs I spark mad iszmThe 1996 lyrical style`s what I give `em