KRS-One Lyrics

Album: I Got Next

Heartbeat Lyrics

It's meant to be evidently 

When I rock so eloquently 

Put the beat on and let me 

Kill another wack emcee 

Can't trust them never test me 

I practice and study 

But I'm not in it for the money 

But to me they look so funny 

You can't test the teacher 

The teacher won't reach intact 

Through the speaker you're weaker now sit your ass in the back 

My lyrical you hear it you fear it you can't get near it 

Cause the spirit eat Eric 

And Eric your rhymes is wack 

Like that, that, right back 

Check it out! 

Check it like this 

Just skills You know you gots to build just skills 

*A phone is dialed a man says hello and a woman starts speaking in 

Spanish* 

You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down 

Just skills You know we got to build just skills, come on get down 

Yeah, uh come on 

I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap 

When I kick back 

Most of what I'm hearin be weak 

So I speak through beats and the streets as I teach 

I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I reach 

Have a seat in the lecture 

Nothin can protect you 

Hard is the texture 

Of the mic wreckin rock in your sector 

Better than ever remember I am no beginner 

I like to shout out Eric Skinner 

Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down 

Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down 

Yo, we livin in a world of private jets and limousine 

The fruit we eatin as we prepare tangerine to nectarine 

See everybody livin in the same routine 

We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine 

You listen to the sound, well I think you know it's me 

Now, let me educate you with my concious poetry 

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap 

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap 

Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when it's bad 

See if you wack rap you ought be steppin out the back 

See emcees on the microphone forgettin that they black 

See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin people back 

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will find the track 

You bound to see the light, and you don't want return back 

So listen very closely to the secret scientist 

I'm sending this one out to all my inner city kids 

Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your head 

Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel dead 

Now listen very closely to the way I say this rhyme 

It's the thing called the brain, and the thing called the mind 

But I'm outta time 

Chorus (scratching on the word "can"): 

Can I tell them that I really never had a gun? 

No, you can't cause now you bouts to get done! 

Can I tell them that I really never had a gun 

Never had a gun, never had a gun? 

Can I tell them that I really never had a gun? 

No, you can't cause now you bouts to get done! 

Can I tell them that I really never had a gun 

Never had a gun, never had a gun? 

On the block you just yap a whole lot 

About the clothes that you got 

Yo, or the gold that you got 

Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat 

But they ain't gettin money like that 

Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one envy 

The rich are few, while the poor, many 

But you got gold cuffs and cars and stuff 

You eatin well, but still in the ghetto you dwell 

You know it's hot, so you make it known about your glock 

To any perpetrator tryin to blow up your spot 

You grab the microphone and talk a good ramble 

You the hardcore outlaw, criminal, vandal 

Burnin emcees like a candle, but you frontin 

You ain't got nothin, with your life you gamble 

One day you gamble up snake eyes 

Talkin all that junk about you don't take dives, you take lives 

Nobody on the block tries, cause you claim you got powerful ties 

So at the red light you arrive 

And to your surprise you get heffed up with just two steak knives 

You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what makes things worse 

You ain't got gun the first 

Chorus