[00:00.00] 作词 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin
[00:00.00][Intro]Clap your hands everybody
[00:03.00]if you got what it takes
[00:04.00]'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic
[00:08.00] and Premier's on The Breaks
[00:21.00]Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
[00:25.00]Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
[00:30.00]Of course we don't flip flop
[00:32.00][Verse 1]If you don't know me by now
[00:34.00]I doubt you'll ever know me
[00:36.00]I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
[00:37.00]But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
[00:40.00]When I grab the mic to smash a rapper,
[00:42.00]girls go, "Ill"
[00:44.00]Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
[00:47.00]Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
[00:48.00]Flow with the master rhymer
[00:49.00] as I leave behind
[00:50.00]The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
[00:53.00]Clapper, down goes another rapper
[00:55.00]Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
[00:59.00]Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
[01:01.00]Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
[01:04.00]Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
[01:07.00]There once was a story about a man named Jed
[01:09.00]But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
[01:13.00]Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
[01:15.00]Word, what go around come around I figure
[01:17.00]Now we got white kids callin' themselves *****s
[01:20.00]The tables turned as the crosses burned
[01:23.00]Remember You Must Learn
[01:26.00]About the styles I flip and how wild I get
[01:28.00]I go on like a space age rocket ship
[01:31.00]You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
[01:35.00]But make sure live you is a **** rhyme sayer
[01:40.00][Chorus]MCs act like they don't know
[01:58.00][Verse 2]This is what you waited all year for
[02:01.00]The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
[02:04.00]Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
[02:06.00]If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
[02:08.00]MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
[02:11.00]Let's battle to see who headlines
[02:14.00]Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
[02:16.00]Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
[02:19.00]Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
[02:22.00]They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
[02:25.00]It might be the fact that they express wackness
[02:27.00]Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
[02:30.00]I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and ****
[02:32.00]Too sick to get with it, admit you bit
[02:35.00] your style is counterfeit
[02:37.00]Now tone it down a bit
[02:38.00]My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
[02:39.00]I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
[02:43.00]When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head
[02:46.00] I knock it
[02:47.00]It split quick from the lyric
[02:49.00]Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
[02:55.00][Chorus]MCs act like they don't know
[03:12.00][Verse 3]Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
[03:15.00]Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
[03:18.00]Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
[03:20.00]Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
[03:23.00]Who in their right mind can ****c a style like mine
[03:26.00]I design rhyme and get mine all the time
[03:29.00]MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
[03:30.00]When I roll up and rush their crew, they start *****in'
[03:33.00]I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
[03:36.00]Believe they could tango with the likes of these
[03:38.00]Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
[03:42.00]Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
[03:44.00]You ****, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
[03:46.00]On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
[03:49.00]Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
[03:51.00]Hopin' your defence mechanism
[03:53.00]can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
[03:56.00]As I spark mad izm
[03:58.00]The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
[04:00.00][Chorus]MCs act like they don't know

作词 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin
作曲 : Lawrence Parker/Chris Martin
Clap your hands everybody
if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic
and Premier's on The Breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now
I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper,
girls go, "Ill"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer
as I leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves *****s
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a **** rhyme sayer
MCs act like they don't know
This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and ****
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit
your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head
I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
MCs act like they don't know
Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can ****c a style like mine
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew, they start *****in'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tango with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You ****, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism
can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad izm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
MCs act like they don't know