[KRS-One]
Uh-huh! Y`all forgot about this shit right? Haha
Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!!
Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha
Yo turn it around for me one time
Uhh, uhh, yo
[Verse One]
I don`t despise thugs, I +ADVISE+ thugs
I teach y`all thugs, cause that`s what I was
Yeah I say was cause today I`m above
All the guns, illegal funds, the crews and the drugs
ANY HOOD I walk in, they show me love
They say `Knowledge Reigns Supreme, WHATTUP CUZ?`
Cops wanna get sit down and get all bud
They wanna think as they drink drink down to the suds
I respect it, but I don`t get down with the fuzz
I don`t drink with DT`s I don`t hang with the judge
But truth be truth and I got the proof
Most ministers were straight thugged out in they youth
See if you`re over 25 and you never got live
when it was time to ride, you ain`t got no heart
But if you`re over 26 and you`re still in the mix
and your life you ain`t fixed, you ain`t doin your part
You see them cats on TV, playin the role?
Gassin y`all, them cats be over thirty years old!
Actin all dirty and cold
NONE OF MY CLASSIC ALBUMS they was worthy to hold
I`m concerned with the soul, overstand?
When we was slappin up rappers they was doin the running man
You don`t know my style, we be straight gunnin man
If you don`t know you better ask your older brother man
Shit gets realer than, Real TV
From eighty-six, ain`t no rapper realer than me
Or Just-Ice, I.C.U. or Steady B
What y`all waitin to see? Somethin faker than me?
Don`t let me have to pull out the Jamaican in me
I`d rather pull out the asalaam alaikum in me
Wa-alaikum salaam, yo you wan` tess de Don?
BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW-BLOAW-BLAOW, bwoy gone!
[Chorus]
They don`t really wanna learn - well start gunnin `em down!
Yo they really ain`t concerned - well start gunnin `em down!
They don`t wanna get the book - well start gunnin `em down!
They don`t want a conscious hook - well start gunnin `em down!
They don`t wanna pay dues - well start gunnin `em down!
They be actin brand new - well start gunnin `em down!
They don`t wanna get the light - well start gunnin `em down!
Yo, pass me the mic - we`ll start gunnin `em down!
[Verse Two]
Watch dis! Your crew is my crew and my crew is my crew
Your crew you lied to, my crew will find you
The light I recite will blind and outshine you
Street cats be wonderin why they even signed you
Where they find you? WHO is the first cat to rap
wa-da-da-ding and show you what the nine do?
You ain`t never seen me behave with them firearms
Maybe not, cause you just a slave to Viacom
Me, I`m a free MC hip-hopper
I teach real gangsters, hang with real Godsters
I am to hip-hop what Selassie is to rastas
Watch your mouth before someone I don`t know pops ya
Lemme stop, don`t-a-stop the street rhetorhic, ha
Your soul you sellin it ha, come wit some better shit, ha
In five years your whole catalogue`s irrelevant ha
You spit the ignorance while I spit intelligence
You got it backwards like sayin hop-hip
That`s why when you battled your whole crew got ripped!
{*needle drags across record*} You wanna battle?
[Chorus]
