KRS-One - Let 'Em Have It lyrics
[KRS-One - Let 'Em Have It lyrics]
What, yeah shoutout Minister Server
Word up Super J my man Byron is goin off
Marlowe, Inebriated Beats, word
Uhh, you know what this is, word up
Who be rockin it constantly? (KRS)
Who be droppin philosophy? (KRS)
For the real it got to be (KRS)
Them niggas ain't stoppin me (KRS)
Whack rappers they got to go
(let 'em have it)
So they front on that microphone
(let 'em have it)
I be comin in all wild with raw styles
Goin that long mile, makin 'em all smile
Make it happen, MC'n no rappin
Believe me I'm strappin
YOu see me I'm slappin
Believe me you deceive me
It can greasy, I'm cappin, bring the action
ADD the clips
Start subtractin, multiply them shots
You a fraction
Raise up, blaze up, get made up
You wanna bug out you'll get
Sprayed up - NOW'! (Bo bo bo bo yeah)
It's the Temple, expandin your mental
Inebriated instrumentals believe me
Nothin defends you when I spit
Rappers be runnin out really quick
They come with that silly shit
But them not really it
Kris is it, them an idiot
If it wasn't for radio programmin
You wouldn't be feelin it, or willin it
Original, metaphysical, meta-lyrical
Forever spiritual, really man
I ain't feelin you (yeah! yeah! Whattup?)
I'm somethin like a phe nom-enon
Fast like ramadan
You can never tell what style I'm on
Wise like Solomon, unlike any udda mon
If you lookin for that bling bling
Go check dat udda mon
What I utter mon be butter mon
Straight from the gutter mon
Boxcutter in one hand, buck in the other one
Lyric I got a ton of 'em, gunnin 'em
Not frontin 'em
Back again, it's KRS-One and them, OHH'!
(Woooo! so)
Feel it (let 'em have it)
So they front on the microphone
(let 'em have it)
Y'all better catch up! Ha ha
Y'all better catch up! Word up
Word up Super J my man Byron is goin off
Marlowe, Inebriated Beats, word
Uhh, you know what this is, word up
Who be rockin it constantly? (KRS)
Who be droppin philosophy? (KRS)
For the real it got to be (KRS)
Them niggas ain't stoppin me (KRS)
Whack rappers they got to go
(let 'em have it)
So they front on that microphone
(let 'em have it)
I be comin in all wild with raw styles
Goin that long mile, makin 'em all smile
Make it happen, MC'n no rappin
Believe me I'm strappin
YOu see me I'm slappin
Believe me you deceive me
It can greasy, I'm cappin, bring the action
ADD the clips
Start subtractin, multiply them shots
You a fraction
Raise up, blaze up, get made up
You wanna bug out you'll get
Sprayed up - NOW'! (Bo bo bo bo yeah)
It's the Temple, expandin your mental
Inebriated instrumentals believe me
Nothin defends you when I spit
Rappers be runnin out really quick
They come with that silly shit
But them not really it
Kris is it, them an idiot
If it wasn't for radio programmin
You wouldn't be feelin it, or willin it
Original, metaphysical, meta-lyrical
Forever spiritual, really man
I ain't feelin you (yeah! yeah! Whattup?)
I'm somethin like a phe nom-enon
Fast like ramadan
You can never tell what style I'm on
Wise like Solomon, unlike any udda mon
If you lookin for that bling bling
Go check dat udda mon
What I utter mon be butter mon
Straight from the gutter mon
Boxcutter in one hand, buck in the other one
Lyric I got a ton of 'em, gunnin 'em
Not frontin 'em
Back again, it's KRS-One and them, OHH'!
(Woooo! so)
Feel it (let 'em have it)
So they front on the microphone
(let 'em have it)
Y'all better catch up! Ha ha
Y'all better catch up! Word up