One

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KRS One
 Miscellaneous
 Only One
 It's time for me to get on and represent the Bronx
 so lets set this shit off like this
 Uhh now check it
 underground verbal hip hop you selected
 by only a few this type of artist is bought
 so like Bartles & James thank you for your support
 it's time for all this chit chat to skit skat
 arent you tired of hearin ple ple ple ple pla
 rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter
 and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure
 my first name is hip hop no doubt
 my last name is run with me breath for breath
 yes I'll blow your lungs out
 BLOW! And cut your tongue out
 and use that shit to clean my rug out
 I aint even start to bug out
 somebody requested for the teacher to get active
 cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle
 Im unattractive when actively in your brain cavity
 you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P
 I'm Total 'Cant you see'
 I took it there
 you bee sayin with your swollin eye
 damn it just aint fuckin fair
 but your crew told you what was up
 you just didn't give a fuck
 my lyrics are intact
 so my picture you can pin it up
 take me out? Give it up your late
 I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8
 I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state
 the truth about the matter is that I feel great
 I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender
 servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a
 remember battlin MC's Im not always doin
 cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin
 what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction
 I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin
 switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin-
 Im quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen
 -sample/scratching of-
 Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs
 thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less
 I do my dirt and I keep it to myself
 I don't speak it on record and to no one else
 you think about...
 when you do crimes you talk about it
 HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low
 cuz prison aint a place you motherfuckers wanna be at
 half of you motherfuckers would turn trick
 BELIEVE THAT!
 yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at?
 you vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at
 Look at Malcolm X and try to be that
 or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off
 don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers
 when you go to court they play your album for ya
 then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction
 beggin a judge to just listen sayin...
 if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is...
 they shut yo ass up and give you life
 Had you hah a wife instead of bein a lover
 the court would of seen you as a family man wit some structure
 but you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect em
 now you catchin wreck in your rep
 Negativity never had no pull in jail
 yeah, its positivity that they hail
 but you fail, cuz red books you can't read em
 your people you mislead em
 your people you mistreat em
 mislead em for fun... my name is KRS ONE!
 KRS ONE... KRS ONE
 Real Headz they down wit us
 Yeah, Krs One representin
 wit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt

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