Key: F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while
the clock is still tickin
This is the warning,
known as the caution:
Do not attempt to dis, cause you'll soften
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You can't match this
style or attack this
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While I'm telling you, write on schedule
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Fuck with K- R- S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
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You come into the place with
that look on your face
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Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
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So assume you're doomed
when you step in the room
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven- a mothafucka
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But before you slip, I'll whip
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Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
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Verse 2
calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose
my music piece by piece
I add my name K- R- S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Lay it down at Power Play all
the suckas are taught
One again, the tactics of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end cuz
we were down from the start
Guaranteed to make ya dance,
if you give us a chance
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme?
You've come to the source
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Because I'm the type of guy
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Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
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Can't rhyme when you're tense,
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin' sex
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be taught
To me you're kinda short,
how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number,
notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter,
you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that
ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while
you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But no one's tippin'
Interlude 2
My message is simple: Ya' slippin!
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Verse 3
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E- N- O, S- R- K
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When you go through other albums,
you're sure to say
"Goddamn,
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they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew
standin' over in the light
The lyrics keep flowing and
flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down
with the winning team
about a arguement
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But you would even change
"I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head!"
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So just before you in
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herit that ass kicking
Outro 1
slippin'
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