Live on the Mic (Unreleased)

歌詞

(Kurupt (talking)) Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle (KRS-One) Yes, yes y'all! yeah yeah y'all! (uh) KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh) yeah Kurupt, y'all Time to check it out, uh huh Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea) KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea) you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!) (Verse 1 (KRS-One)) I laugh at that, your whole premise is off I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77 i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it I spit lead into better men you a veteran, aint no tellin' what i send to get them yet another one My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again (unintelligible) (Verse 2 (Kurupt)) Then again i noticed that everybody Think they can fuck with us But luckily i noticed Everybody want to be close to us Tryin' to bust when they bust I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us My style's out this universe Words that serve all these emcees They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew KRS, it's on you, baby (Verse 3 (KRS-One)) True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down and makin' them frown, true underground not a class clown copy, guilty ass, papi I roll with the mash out posse The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE! My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows The best nose, goes live at breath shows (Verse 4 (Kurupt)) See i heard it before, word it before Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all Fuck around with us the top dog Murder all y'all, my minds incredible I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness! What rhymes he creates! "Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka (KRS-One) Uh! like that! Yeah uh huh! like that! Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic) (Yeah!) (Verse 5 (KRS-One)) Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive But i represent emcees now out in.. (Verse 6 (Kurupt)) Yeah, no doubt I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin every emcee from here to Compton Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin' The last round, the last nigga knocked down Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this The lyricist poltergiest is way nice Break and take them in freezers just like ice Fuck around with me, O.G Yo, we so precise (Verse 7 (KRS-One)) You know the teacher's agenda We will be here forever You plottin' to surrender Action start, you start -- tremor Never lose my temper, when my temple member You know the center of the dope beat, remember (Kurupt) Yea yea! haha! raw dog assassin style KRS and kurupt! (KRS-One) Yea yea y'all! uh huh! like this, like this (Verse 8 (Kurupt)) Yeah we make them bounce I make them bounce we make them bounce Yo, i make them bounce Yo, i blaze a ounce Yeah, i blaze a ounce I'm gonna bounce to the ounce When the homies come through Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you I leave ya flat, homie You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie I leave you all alone, in the danger zone Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin' Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin' Me and Kris, we do it just like this Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this (Verse 9 (KRS-One)) Thats right y'all You heard what the man said KRS-One styles could never be dead Thats why we still in-in the studio Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place You know what time it is We got to come back again I got my friend, i cant remember his name again But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin' Remember the skills that out the box, we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track Come and get some'a that pass it right back Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this Now come back and represent beside the Kris (Verse 10 (Kurupt)) Clap your hands, get it all together then See me come through, me and Kris Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you But we start severin' -- heads Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game, Seen the game, so im televisin the game Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game They shook down they took down, shook like clowns See me rockin' i be rockin all around Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth, Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee And that's my homie, O.G to me Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick (KRS-One) Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down Boogey Down production, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!) Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic) (Dogs barking and howling)