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Lyrics for High School Rock by KRS One:
| | | Artist: | KRS One |
| | Album: | High School High soundtrack | | Track: | High School Rock | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 83 | | | | Lyrics: | Wake up your mind black people it's ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can
defeat any congressional bill at will
The hip hop nation will prevail
all problems
in society with inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me
no doubt
Executed properly
I bigin to shout out splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm
embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time,
I'll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical shymin
I
look still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest findin
Ya whole environment
created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental
expression, play your part
Hook:
I'm the intelligent wise on the mic
(x3)
Everybody knows
All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
with
their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out, over
Talk to
ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop
perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya
better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of Kris
speakin
But I'm already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and
outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by
pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity,
purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin
me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me
or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head
rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked
now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way
If you
ain't got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like
the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme
into the atmosphere
The blast master's here!
Hook (x2)
Now
which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You
couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don't you
know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha,
no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and
because you're not fertile
or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow like
a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal,
*?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children
in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let's start building | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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