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Kid Capri - Do or Die lyrics
featuring KRS One Chorus/Intro: KRS One (Kid Capri) Do or die *echoes* (They know know what I mean?) Bring your clique come on Do or die *echoes* Bring your clique bring your clique (Do or die *echoes*) Bring your clique bring your clique (come on) [KRS One] Yo yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal Watch me dismantle your handle lyrics like candles They burn on waxes in your sandle Microphone Vandal, KRS-One'll make em scamble When they gamble, I tear them like flannel You wanna battle? You'se a dreamer I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your Adidas Don't mess with Teachers we pray for peepers We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that Fair and square, don't even stare too long Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone With a ?really simple? sing-a-long Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS [Kid] Do or die, I'm sayin its you and I [K&K] Bring your clique, bring your clique *repeat 3X* [KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest Open up the door, let me come in the place Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like Planters The haters 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 its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight! Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this I hate this, no I don't, You'll face Kris, no you won't You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW! Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear BX, baby this is our year Try here and die here, superfly here As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing Still blazin, played the low on occasion [Kid Capri] We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald Let's make it happen, me and you rappin Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at Its all good but your rap style seems to be common If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin Chorus [KRS-One] South Bronx! I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja I'm all up in your white blood My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD What, you expect when I'm on the set Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and 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 publishing check You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium Only sucker MC's be like Kris got some ish with him Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him? Chorus |
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