KRS-One, Fat Joe - De Automatic lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KRS-One, Fat Joe - De Automatic lyrics]
Some fear de 'matic
Ah hah hah, heh heh heh, EHHH check it out
Some fear de 'matic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy MCs waste they time chasin millions
While KRS-One
Holds the minds of the children
I'm buildin a followin of a
Hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project housin
A true rapper, street rapper
Rappin to the center
I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin beats like cars
I'm bendin mad fenders
Put down your mic and surrender
You's a pretender
Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
Kickin Edutainment while you wait
For your arraignment
Save it friend before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again
I'm classical like a fuckin Harley Davidson
How do you think I kick
A lyrical style no end, you figure?
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger
It simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper
How you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of
Panties underneath your bubblegoose
(Word) KRS-One will fuck
Up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
When you was home witcha mother
Afraid of the dark
I was sleepin out in Prospect Park
Eatin one meal every 48 hours
Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
Don't you realize
That I'm all about survival
I got only friends cause I
KILLED all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals
Took they titles
From '86 to '96 completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40 days
And 40 nights in the wilderness i'm hard
From head to toe yo there
Ain't no killin this
I wrote over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books
While you worried about your looks
Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
But I've got the live club show locked down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic
When they see ya i manifest, in the West
The East and overseas
Division in rap is wack
And I don't know of these
I represent New York to be specific
The South Bronx
But in Japan I'm still gifted
I grab a jet and land on your set
What the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still
Twenty bucks
I start from '86, and bring you into '96
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe
Representin the motherfuckin South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The TS crew, and the whole Godsville
South Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah! Uhh!
Ah hah hah, heh heh heh, EHHH check it out
Some fear de 'matic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy MCs waste they time chasin millions
While KRS-One
Holds the minds of the children
I'm buildin a followin of a
Hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project housin
A true rapper, street rapper
Rappin to the center
I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin beats like cars
I'm bendin mad fenders
Put down your mic and surrender
You's a pretender
Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
Kickin Edutainment while you wait
For your arraignment
Save it friend before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again
I'm classical like a fuckin Harley Davidson
How do you think I kick
A lyrical style no end, you figure?
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger
It simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper
How you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of
Panties underneath your bubblegoose
(Word) KRS-One will fuck
Up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
When you was home witcha mother
Afraid of the dark
I was sleepin out in Prospect Park
Eatin one meal every 48 hours
Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
Don't you realize
That I'm all about survival
I got only friends cause I
KILLED all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals
Took they titles
From '86 to '96 completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40 days
And 40 nights in the wilderness i'm hard
From head to toe yo there
Ain't no killin this
I wrote over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books
While you worried about your looks
Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
But I've got the live club show locked down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic
When they see ya i manifest, in the West
The East and overseas
Division in rap is wack
And I don't know of these
I represent New York to be specific
The South Bronx
But in Japan I'm still gifted
I grab a jet and land on your set
What the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still
Twenty bucks
I start from '86, and bring you into '96
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe
Representin the motherfuckin South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The TS crew, and the whole Godsville
South Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah! Uhh!