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[KRS-One] Uh! Domingo [Tone Def] Domingo y'all [KRS-One] Uh! Tone Def [Tone Def] It's Tone Def y'all [KRS-One] Whoo! [Tone Def] Yeah (WITH K-R-S) [KRS-One] Word Up [Tone Def] And it goes like this [KRS-One] Here We Go [Chorus] Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out [KRS-One] I am the incarnation of what you do When you try to forget KRS, I try to forget you You tired of me saying what's real hip hop Well I'm tired of you biting my shit to go pop This is why we need hip hop history Letras de canciones'Cause if we had it, you knew you shouldn't get with me I'm free, I don't need MTV I could smash your click like 1-2-3 You think I care if you plat-in-um Where I come from, we be slappin' em' uh Sales dont make you the authority It only means you sold out to the white majority What you know about seniority you ain't major Ya whole album appeals to little second graders Grow up already, before I slap that hiny And put you out of work like Tavis Smiley I got that razor tounge, you be on the ground with paramedics saying "We can't save this one" I stay alert like red, you keep sucking me uh 'cause you think I'm ahead But you ain't street soldier, I'll take one of ya members Cut off his head and send it to Lisa Evers We will be here for ever and ever and ever While you'll be over by next September [Chorus] Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out [Tone Def] We got a million DMX's, a thousand Jay-Z's A hundred Eminem's and two million Master P's But I think for drastically, 'cause Tone Def always flow with originality, that's the way it has to be And if you patchin' me for the first or the third time And even if you search wide for new styles You still ain't never heard mine With the thrust of a turbine, I blur by Most of y'all niggas can't really get with me But I know your girl sure try But that's alright, 'cause you probably prefer guys to fur pie That's why your shorty turned bi, she like that silky stir fry With her skirt hiked to an absurd height She by the curb like, "Don't swerve alright" If you got the wood she got the termites It's Tone Def, the vocalism more tread than a dirt bike Cats be like ram ya tounge is rough, "Yo that hurts right?" I blurt my explanation on my worst night, last heard that twelve mics thought I was siamese 'cause you got served twice I don't want to hear about your perp life Forced to record CBS just to remember what it's like to survive You hypocritical types a pitiful willin' to serve lies To reserve ice, but need to work for Adidas to earn stripes My first strike, leave you with burned eyes all for the turn-pike And man be looking for you surfside armored the search light Most cats that use the term nice never been in a word fight Don't think you just observe for return price Well your church might [Chorus] Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out [KRS-One] See I could care less if you carry a gat You a liar brothers getting locked for that All that olympic size pool you could drown in that I'm a true school cat and I'm proud of that You could see me decked out in a gown and cap While you killin' our people with a pound of crack What you think player, you ain't going down for that Your lyrics prove you ain't looking out in fact You a traitor and the worst kind at that In the future your kids gonna account for that We will never stop spittin' the facts no trouble He forgot about the struggle, I'm bringing it back I ain't mad or angry or any of that All I know is my people died so I could rap And what we do when we spit nigga, bitch, ho, dick We need to switch that to my brother, my sister quick [Chorus] Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out Let's take these rappers out, No doubt On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt Haven't they figured it out, No doubt Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out From Letras Mania