No Gimmicks chords by 
Krs‐oneLord Finesse 
N/A
Key: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Lord
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Fin esse and
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Blastmaster KRS- One
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Lyrical styles weigh a ton
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Lord Fin esse,
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we know you got skills
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Come into the cypher and build
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Chill out, all emcee I kill come down
Verse 2
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Check it out, come on
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Here’s your chance to swing
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With some ill motherfuckers
We don’t dance and sing
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In ‘95 we’re out jingling, serving
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Po etic Justice without that
Nigga John Singleton
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I do my thing while the fans
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be gelling ayyo
I’m so dope
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You better tap your man and tell him
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I don’t fake moves, I scrape crews
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I make brothers break food just give me a
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Beat with a bass groove
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I’m mad funky ask the experts
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‘cause I’ll
Make you bob your head until
Your motherfucking neck hurt
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So don’t ask me to max,
G, ‘cause if you
Ain’t real
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I’m bringing it to your face like acne
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Now rappers run scams and flimflams
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On how they be getting
loose when
They’re rusty like the Tin Man
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They rap fast, trying to stack cash,
but on
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The reel- to reel, yo
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They’re still sounding half- assed
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Yelling and screaming like they got
Something when they
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don’t got nothing
So them niggas need to stop fronting
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Talking how they be rag ging shit when
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I don’t know if them niggas
are rapping or
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Talking motherfucking Arabic
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They act so ill ay, no frills,
they should go
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Chill they all mouth with no skills
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When I’m around
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They all feel funny ‘cause I’m
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Young, making funds like
Shaquille O’Neal
Money you want any drama? You
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Better wear plenty armor
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I’ll cut that ass like the chef
at Benihana’s
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The Funky Man’s in it to win
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It we gotta keep it
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Real, yo,
no motherfucking gimmicks
Whoever make a hit they the
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best
(That’s a gimmick) you sell
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Records based on how you’re dressed
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(That’s a gimmick) ayyo
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That tongue- twisting shit
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That’s kind of fresh
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
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You’re soft but you’re fronting
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Like you’re stressed?
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
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You’re only into rap to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
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You’re yelling and screaming
up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
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Career is numbered by days?
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
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Your lyrical style is just a phase?
(That’s a gimmick)
Verse 3
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Yeah, check it out a- yes
Yes, y’all, to the beat
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Y’all, bringing the street, let me
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Put my beeper on "vibrate"
so we
Won’t hear it beep representing
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The street, con crete what I speak, yeah
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I live it let it be known
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KRS is not about
A gimmick i’ll grab the
Mic and rip it meanwhile
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They’re stalling i’ll raise the mic
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Stand because I’m tall and I
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Keep the crowd crawling
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I’m not like those other rappers
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Talking about the caps
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They peel punk,
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I’ll battle emcees for real
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Fuck a record deal when you’re still
Into hip hopping with your
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country ass
Sounding like you’re still picking cotton
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You’ll get thrown across the room
In that direction listen
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The lyrical Teacha’s not
the one you
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Should be checking this is
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My eara or era or ear a, whatever
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I’m mad clever, I’ll "Shoop,
" you’ll doop
You’ll doop like Salt- N-
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Pepa lyrical terror
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You should never ever come for mine
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When I rhyme, i clean up emcees with the
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Fresh smell of pine i
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Got skills and it shows you
Could slow or speed up
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The tempo your style is fake
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Like Janet Jackson’s nose
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I’m selling that real
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live shit
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And you could get hurt
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You’re selling that fake shit like
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The Home Shopping Network
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You got a lot of rhymes
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to battle in a second
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But frankly
The bottom line is:
where’s your hit record?
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You claim I’m jock ing,
you claim I’m on your
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Dick where’s your witness?
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If I’m on your dick
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My name has got to be syph ilis
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I come with lyrical
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Physical fitness two months from now
You will have bit this watch me
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Light that ass up like Christ mas
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Don’t let me come out on that ass
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Start flipping the lyrics I’ll be kicking be
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Hotter than jerk chicken
So whether from The East
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or from The West
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Brothers know I’m KRS i got force
I came to your town to set it off
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So when Fin esse goes "hit it
" I’ll never mimic
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KRS- One could never
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use a gimmick
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When you’re riding the next rapper’s dick
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(That’s a gimmick) when
you’re
R&B and then you cold flip
(That’s a gimmick) start rhyming
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Hardcore just to get a hit
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(That’s a gim mick) when
you get over
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But your skills ain’t shit
(That’s a gimmick) when you
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Rap but you don’t have soul
(That’s a gimmick) when you
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Cross over just to go gold
(That’s a gimmick) when you’re not
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A gangster but portraying a role
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
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You’re shaped in some body
else’s mold?
Verse 4
(That’s a gimmick)
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Man your station ‘cause the clan
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You’re facing is stepping
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To you trash motherfuckers like
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Sanitation i’ll shoot and throw rhymes
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The whole nine when
it’s showtime (What up
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Kid?) Broth ers know I could hold mine
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On the real
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I got rhymes skills when the time’s
Ill, I’m blowing up spots like a minefield
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Brothers front with their chest out, but
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Word s from Finesse mouth’ll leave
Them niggas stressed out
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They make me sick to my
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stomach (So put it)
(On ‘em
Kid) Them motherfuckers don’t want it
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They can ’t see me, believe
me they’re all
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Phonies like them niggas that
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Be wrestling on TV
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Yo, they’re nowhere near pro,
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and nig gas
Couldn’t hang if they
Was motherfucking scarecrows
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Nowadays, a lot of rappers sound fake
Talking that
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Gangster shit when they’re softer
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Than a pound cake
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So why you fronting with the burn er
Kid? When you done
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Took more ass- whippings than fucking
Tina Turner did
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You wanna front? So be it, but fuck
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Beat ing around the bush i just
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Speak how I see it
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Me fall off? That shit’s dead,
it’s not
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Happening, kid
So get that shit through your
thick head
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I’ll never sellout (What?) you heard
right
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I’ll never cross over (Aight) , word life
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So when I said it, peep the method if I
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Nev er go gold but get credit
I won’t sweat it
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In ‘95 we’re all in it,
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we gotta keep it
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Real, yo, no motherfucking
gimmicks
What’s when you
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Rap but don’t appreciate the art?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when you
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Sell out just to get a start?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when you
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Make bullshit just for the charts?
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when you
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Rap but it’s not from the heart?
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(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
you’re
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Hardcore, then you turn pop?
(That’s a gimmick)
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When you steal ideas to get
props?
(That’s a gimmick)
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When you sell out to be on top?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when you
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Front like you’re hard but
you’re not?
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(That’s a gimmick)
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Now let this be a lesson
Verse 5
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To all emcees and DJ’s
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Anyone that come across the line
Will have to pay real hip
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hop is in effect
Real hip hop is in effect
Real hip hop is in effect
Give it respect, we catch wreck
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