Key: Ab major
Verse 1
For my next number I'd like to bring
Up a young lady named Courtney Terry
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And uh, my name is KRS- One
It's gonna go like this
Verse 2
those that died
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And you prefer the style of KRS- One
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MC's around the planet
Has loved the styles you brung - hit
'em dunn
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your hands up
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon
Verse 4
me come in the place
Before you recognize the raw yo
It's right in your face just a little taste
Yo I'm kind of nuts like Planters
Behave and your save your money
Cause this album is bananas
I'm flashin just a little style
For a LITTLE while
Been flowin like the Nile from when
You was just a child
Now it's '98, and I will NOT hesitate
You be floatin in the lake
You not no heavyweight
You're lightweight, I devestate
On a equal basis no I'm not
a racist but no
Race could really face this
I hate this - no I don't you
Face Kris - no you won't
You know you broke,
cause what you wrote
Ain't really dope like a billygoat
I'll ram your set like BLAOW'!
Who CARES how you like me now
You underground
Boogie Down,
let me make one thing clear
BX baby, this is our year
Try here and die here it's too fly here
As I drew my spear near
Think what to do my dear
I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazin
Still blazin, play the low on occasion
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Verse 5
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You know the deal! yeah, c'mon!
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Uhh
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c'mon, c'mon! Uh huh,
Verse 6
water not liquor
So I smart outquick ya lyric
Makin move like a ninja
I'm all up in ya like blood
My whole style is devestatin
You're renovatin like HUD,
what?
You'd expect when I'm on
the set don't forget
I'm givin and catchin wreck
You still ain't ready yet
Better yet when I connect ALL
Y'all hit the deck
Heck, you might as well sign
Over that publishin check
You ain't worthy, my style is ugly and dirty
If you ain't close to 30
You really haven't heard
me but don't worry
Hurry into clubs I get wit 'em
Got styles for the 80's 90's
And the new millenium
Only sucker MC's be like "KRIS
Doesn't shit wit 'em"
Cause they can't get with him
Only the best sit with him
Cops don't be friskin him
Gangs be enlistin him nations
be missin him
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You really think you
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dissin him?!
Verse 7
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Courtney tell 'em,
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c'mon! Showbiz represent
Uh huh, uh huh yo, yo, yeah,
c'mon, c'mon
Verse 8
Style of the Temple
Worldwide representin the microphone
And the pencil
Like BROOKLYN BROOKLYN
be always funky fresh
Dope hooks and dope rhymes,
that's always KRS
Their words can't hit me
They dogs can't sic me
Their knives can't stick me
It's GOD'! Think quickly
Picked me cause I'm witty
I thank you others, I simply outrank you
You make me laugh B - battle?
Don't gas me
You should ask me to make
Your style more crafty
Rockin for decades a hip- hop
And reggae medley
Always right when I write like Betty
Boop, together with a ready loop
And many troops
Kickin better letters with extras
Like veggie soup smashin
any group or solo
You better go yo, my style is def
Verse 9
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Uh huh, uh huh, c'mon! UHHH,
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KRS- ONE!
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Yeah, yeah, and
Uh huh, yo, yeah,
Verse 10
Showbiz - now get your hands up!
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