Chorus 2X: Lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea)
somebody want lyrics -- KRS-One
Verse One:
Here I go the lyrical specialist with the perscription
I give you the leagal drug addiction, nonfiction
I got the shank, to your memory bank
How sharp, don`t be affraid of the dark
Come in to the light, you still can`t see
It can`t be, the historical, metaphorical, lyrical
Yes the S, you know the rest, fuck the spellin`
I`m tired of tellin` y`all who rule, cause you don`t listen, fool
Your dealin` with a nigga feelin` fury
Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game
That`s why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine
Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent
No quest unless it`s the Tribe
So check that vibe twice
Cause I`m nice
Whoever got beef
Tell me the price
And I`ll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill
Never, yea I`m as lyrical as ever
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Verse Two:
You wanna start about, have you thought about
Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences
Cause I`m strictly throwin` hits
Knowin` it`s, unfair
Gun here, throw in a extra clip
Cause I`m next to flip
Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause I
Float like dead body, sting like a tazer
Sharper than a ... lazer
Open heart ... major
Surgery transplant cause you have none
Theres one, shoot a fair one, that`s a real one
Grannit, with a enough heart to start
But can you manage when I brandige your bandage
And your stitch is open
And your bitch is open
Is she, somethins` fishy
I don`t like dis
When I`m like dis they try to ammulate my likeness
Clones
Microphones break from my intake
For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter
Becareful, I got a airfole
Listen, I got them lyrics that your missin`
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Verse Three:
You`re commin` with your new sound
You never threw dowm
Why try, try my tie and hang em` high, in the closet
Cause it, wasn`t, I good idiea
Who should I fear
No one, the son of Jah
Gimmie some la, and I get mystic
Lyricdistic
But wait, your not great, your not good
I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin`
Fuckin` with a crazy Jamacian
See, they vanish when I brandish the hair trigga
Yea nigga
I`m goin hay wire
Might fire
Might not
But it`s white hot
And with the right flow, the shit might blow
So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin` ash, don`t even ask
Feel the blast, fast, I know you won`t last
But you can still try
Somebody want lyrics
Then come see the eye
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