| It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality
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| I’m all in the academy, exposin all the fallacies
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| Not who other rappers be, FEW can go on after me
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| I know the city’s trappin me, watch 'em like my calories
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| Cats that wanna battle me, they learn of the catastrophe
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| Don’t bring your rappin back to me
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| NEVER will you ever challenge me with what you chat to me
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| SEALED is my anatomy, I do it lyrical mastery, KRS — OH!
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| The time has arrived as your wake up call
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| When I’m rhymin, I’m obliged to shake up all
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| It be a claat, this will drop the mic and take a ball
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| Too many part-time rappers that fake and stall
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| When you see KRS, you will say I’m tall
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| Cause no I don’t take shorts, not at all
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| Philosopher, not some trick in the mall
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| I MASTERED THIS! |
| FEW rappers goin after Kris
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| Thirteen albums, you do the math on this!
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| Obviously, knowledge you have to get
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| What the ignorant don’t know, hell they’ll laugh at it
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| All my college students you know you have to get
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| Your receipt, I mean degree, it’s only facts I spit
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| Take it, cause everyone ain’t gonna make it
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| If you’re hearin my voice, you have a choice now TAKE IT!
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| Just take it, you need it
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| We got way more in store, believe me
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| Consume it, breathe it
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| (TAKE T-TAKE TAKE T-TAKE T-TAKE TAKE IT!)
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| Just take it, you need it
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| We got way more in store, believe me
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| Consume it, breathe it
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| (TAKE T-TAKE TAKE T-TAKE T-TAKE TAKE IT!)
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| I rhyme, for the inner-city
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| No I don’t ask for no praise or no pity
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| I got the power, you want to stay with me
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| Further down this lyrical road, it gets tricky
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| Stay with me! |
| A different type of rapper emceein
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| Seeing is believing but believing is seeing
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| And seeing is agreein with the truth of your higher being
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| So when I’m rhymin, I take time with the minds I’m freein
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| The teacher is teachin, the student is seekin
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| Them hookers be creepin instead of a book on the weekend
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| I’m lookin to nukin 'em all in the dust
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| They reject knowledge and without the anointing, you rust
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| Laugh if you must, but trust that I see you naked
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| You need what I’m givin, but you front and you fakin
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| So like I stated, everybody ain’t gonna make it
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| But if you’re hearin my voice, you have a choice now TAKE IT!
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| I’ll keep on bringin it, singin it 'til your ears is ringin
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| And steamin, gleamin the dream and true emceein with meaning
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| And see men, we all fiendin for the cream and the screamin
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| A demon got us believing screamin rhymin for NO reason!
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| Every weekend we weaken, discipline is what we needin
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| But we too busy freakin to understand divine speaking
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| KRS and BBE, with Will 1X and Phife Dawg, you’ll see me
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| OH! |
| OH! |
| It’s the real hip-hop
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| KRS-One, shout out to Scott La Rock
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| We do it from here to there, every city, every block
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| And now it’s about time we STOP! |