KRS-One Lyrics

Album: KRS-One

Wannabemceez Lyrics

"One two, testing one two

 Alright party people in the place to be

 The party has already started

 An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*"

Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC

where glamour and glitter don't matter gently

I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty

Classical like a German luger

Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper

Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT

The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it

Hear it my spirit is where it should be

Don't push me if you pussy, HUH

I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz

I got em, KRS got skills in the place

I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill

As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill

Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment

Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it

Your album, rewrite it

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

Triplet syllables for minimal criminals

Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle

Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills

The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit

will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it

Ricochet any style any day

Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade

The advanced oratorical techniques I speak

Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar

with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day

and crack the back of that DJ

I'm strappin and attackin a pack

And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT

Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy

Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G

G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill

Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills

We built and killed style and skill

while poetically recriminate you like a child I will

get ill, and switch to earn

Cause I prefer to slur but not blur

Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it

be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it

Observe me then beat it

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me

The voice from New York City is too witty

I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter

fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me

Nowhere, that I ain't been to

You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through

Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you

 *cause they can't MC*

But what you really sayin

You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying

"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing!

Switching and swaying

Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out

Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out

The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"

?No great area?

Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier

Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience

But lyrically there ain't no stoppin

I'm droppin a lot in your noggin

Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin

Carbon, your name, battle battle

Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE

Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure

I feel for ya soldier

I hate to say it but I told ya so

You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One

is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo

You want a fresh style let me show you slow

your blow, I'm not your foe

Battling me? No no no no no no NO!

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 How many MC's, wannabemceez

 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

[Mad Lion]

If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!!

BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue

General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah

Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do

Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head

Gwan *echoes*