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KRS-One - Krush Them lyrics
[KRS-One] We crush, them, and they click Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get You supposed to get free and intelligent Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant We CRUSH, THEM, and they crew Let me tell you right now what you supposed to do While they floss with the chi-ching and all the rings You stay focused, keep doin your thing You cannot get the diamond ring, if you can't really sing Or if you haven't got a skill, that you ready to fling What you bringin to the table if you not really able Tryin to get to the top, like the Tower of Babel Back in the days, remember all the old gold cables Where they at now?Sold, when they dropped from the label All the money they gave you made you very unstable They really enslaved but you wasn't able with the coke in your nasal to see, you up in the crib but they rockin your cradle You a joke and you fatal, they made you an M.C. Meaning: Most Confused Not E-M-C-E-E, that's what I use Many people really wanna know from me when I'ma drop and they can go cop, the next LP Or CD, or T-A-P-E you see It's about word of mouth, for me We crush, them, and they click Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get You supposed to get free and intelligent Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant We CRUSH, THEM, and they rap Yo, they don't really know where the money is at And what's funny is that, is if you'd just stay focused they'd be the one to be the brokest! I'm from the inner city, that's right Flashy asses and titties that's right No pity mad graffiti that's right Broken gang treaties, that's real I speak complete broken slang freely at will I spit what I'm about to spit, get what I'm about to get Never no counterfeit, movin about a bit Knowledge Reigns Supreme, only a few like the sound of it Others can't get down with it (ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. BREAK!) So why did I have to come off my sabbatical? Battle you?My metachromatical will splatter you I got another track to do, I can't mack witchu Your rhymes are fictional, mine are factual I'll embarass you, I'm glad to do I'm the teacher but in the streets it can be bad for you I feel sad for you, cause you frontin like you gettin ahead but you really on E instead I've come to show these people you're not my equal All you want is the cash and a hoe in a see-through Yeah; KRS-One comin through with the breeze team You know how we do We crush, them, and they click Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get You supposed to get free and intelligent Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant Yo we crush them, and they squad Let me tell you right now that it's all about God You can walk around the streets like you livin it hard But a real teacher know when you scarred I refuse to be bought, I refuse to snooze I refuse to come up short, I refuse to lose I refuse to be caught in the court I refuse to refuse bein taught, I refuse evil thoughts Cause they whole {shit's wack, trap's wack You're wack, you're pack's wack, in fact I jab-slap that Cap at that, now, retract that crap, wherever I'm in or at You better go back and sip that crap Bring your gat, I'm lovin that Like football, you'll be, runnin-back Blazin 'em, merely dazin 'em, barely playin 'em out These are God's lyrics, I'm just sayin 'em out We crush, them, and they click Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get You supposed to get free and intelligent Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant We CRUSH, THEM, and they crew Let me tell you right now what you supposed to do You supposed to be buttoned up right to your neck If you a woman, you'll get respect Let me tell you we crush the, and they crew Let me tell you right now what you supposed to be You supposed to be a man of integrity Above the law, you effect destiny We CRUSH, THEM, and they lies This is concious rap, we not hypnotized Anywhere the action's at, we rappin at Takin it home and unpackin that-that-that |
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