True School - DJ Jean Maron, KRS-One, De Lab

True School - DJ Jean Maron, KRS-One, De Lab

Год
2014
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
245100

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True School

DJ Jean Maron, KRS-One, De Lab

Strictly hip hop — that’s what we’re dealing with here today

Feel this one more time, let’s go back around

Feel this, bump this in your ride

Let the stress off you, yeah

Bump this, leave the job in the back

Leave the school in the back

KRS One

Listen to the stile awhile the KRS is giving you

I’m still repping, that’s a miracle

Me, I went from criminal all the way to spiritual

Now the people say ''yo, KRS, there’s no comparing you''

Original, down to my DNA, I’m lyrical

From the golden age hip hop is what I spit at you

I am the pinnacle, my level is so critical

Way before the metrics KRS was metaphysical

You gotta look at the fact that I still rap

Hip hop culture, I live that cause I built that

Others are still trapped, they’re looking like field rats

Using real raps to see where their next meals at

If they would only feel rap and not deal rap

Their whole style, man, they wouldn’t have to steal that

I stay fresh cause I’m hip hop, blessed cause I’m hip hop

Cops wanna stress cause I’m hip hop

Fuck a desk and a lunch break, cutting through that red tape

Temple of hip hop, that’s the escape

No cure for the headaches and the failures

I’m on that rastaman vibrations like Bob and the wailers

I teach my kids to be sailors

Cause the sea levels rising, you gonna see technical failures

How many times I gotta say it?

The dream of Dr. King, uh uh, nope, I won’t betray it

I’d rather make one righteous dollar on my level

Than make a million dollars spitting rhymes for the devil

We’re not coming here to dance, me come to MC

Many say I’m the greatest like Muhammad Ali

Some say I’m arrogant and egotistical and cocky

Cause when I flow they know they can’t stop me

So here’s another classic, blast it like a shotty

My recoil kick so hard it bumps your body

Me I’m the last of the dreaddy, the knotty

KRS One, I liven up any party

Me getting booed?

Chewed?

Screwed?

Hardly

I’m spiritual minded, brother, I move godly

I got manners, when I sneeze I say pardon me

Twenty years rocking, I’m blessed, I got to be

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