Текст песни KRS-One - Ya Feel Dat, слова песни KRS-One

Текст песни KRS-One - Ya Feel Dat

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[Chorus]Ya feel dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!)Ya hear dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!)Ya follow dat? (HO!) Could it be dat? (HO!)Ya follow dat? (HO!) Can you believe dat? (HO!)Ya hear dat? (HO!) Ya see dat? (HO!)You believe dat? (HO!) You can feel dat (HO!)Ya follow dat? (HO!) You believe dat? (HO!)Ya see dat? (HO!)[Verse One]Show me an MC that think he`s too hotBring him to KRS-One, I`ll show him he`s NOTBlowin the whole spot up when I spit upKnowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get upMy wrists ain`t lit up! I don`t even live that lifeGold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife - you seeDiamonds are a girl`s best friend, not mineYou got it, FINE - but what about that rhyme?Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quicklike watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha!Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go?Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho?LET`S GO![Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Two]I write my own books like I write my own hooksStep in the spot and these rappers be so shookThey don`t look here cause KRS is BOOM!Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin roomsYo, get away from meYou got a million dollar video but I`M the one they wanna seeThe capital E-M-C-E-EA repitition of words, I been divorced MelodieI`m out, confident, no doubtI get what I gotta get when I spit I don`t shoutThis New Yorker, Kris Parker`s a quick talkerYou can get what I spit or get the klik-klockerOverseas I got the breeze as a hip-hopperWhere they speak eat and drop the beats properStreet doctor, I`m +Brown+ and +Foxy+ like the +Ill Nana+Whoever you think is hot, I`m hotter[Chorus] w/ variations[Verse Three]RADIO! These suckers never play meor Chuck - but do you think we really give a...Southside, Westside, Eastside, NorthI spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn offI come from that place where you cats can`t faceWhere cops can`t chase or invade my spaceWe turn up the bass, you tremble in the placePhones ain`t traced and flows we don`t wasteHoes we don`t chase or kiss, they know they placewith Kris or Christ, they`ll lose their lifeYou don`t lose if you come in two`s, you and a wifeBut you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knifeChoose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clearsyou`ll be like, "God damn - who was that?"Loosen that noose around your neck and backEmbarassin blacks, ain`t no respect in that![Chorus] w/ variations[KRS-One]Let`s do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)Yo, all my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)Yo, yo, all my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)Yo, we out!

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