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[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! Letras de cancionesActin 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] From Letras Mania