KRS-One - Rappaz R. N. Dainja lyrics
[KRS-One - Rappaz R. N. Dainja lyrics]
Blast-Master Kris I don't talk ish
Expand your consciousness and
Dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip-hop's atomic structure
I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we us
They them
You, every squad, every massive, every crew
Dental floss is lost when a
True rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not
Meant to distract you, of course
The style that I am kicking is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten
Then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find something
Missing of course it's skills
That's what you're fishing for, it's lost
I'm getting too explicit, the track jingles
I won't do a wack album then
Remix it for my single
Kicking rhymes 'til I wrinkle
And my brown eyes twinkle
God-core hip-hop for the nine-cinco
"Rappers are in danger"
Tasty like a souflee french
Croissant on Tuesday rappers be boo tay
Goo-fy that's how they crew stay
Bitin' whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo
Your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW!
From the git go, no, get go
My flow hit's low
Wherever all the dope shit go
There's where my shit go
Bee dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone
Else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind
You cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party
Hopin' to leave with somebody
Check, I come with skills and I
Leave with your motherfuckin' respect
Ahh yeah so check, UH!
"Rappers are in danger"
New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
When you know you can sing, BOY
You know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves
With stacks of useless facts
MC's trying to be macks
But acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
You will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence
Fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding
Behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to '83
No video, no, you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin
Any new jock you're huggin
Weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to
Wake up your people's another story
Act like you never saw me
'Cause when it comes to lyrics
I'm in a different category
"Rappers are in danger"
Expand your consciousness and
Dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip-hop's atomic structure
I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we us
They them
You, every squad, every massive, every crew
Dental floss is lost when a
True rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not
Meant to distract you, of course
The style that I am kicking is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten
Then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find something
Missing of course it's skills
That's what you're fishing for, it's lost
I'm getting too explicit, the track jingles
I won't do a wack album then
Remix it for my single
Kicking rhymes 'til I wrinkle
And my brown eyes twinkle
God-core hip-hop for the nine-cinco
"Rappers are in danger"
Tasty like a souflee french
Croissant on Tuesday rappers be boo tay
Goo-fy that's how they crew stay
Bitin' whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo
Your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW!
From the git go, no, get go
My flow hit's low
Wherever all the dope shit go
There's where my shit go
Bee dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone
Else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind
You cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party
Hopin' to leave with somebody
Check, I come with skills and I
Leave with your motherfuckin' respect
Ahh yeah so check, UH!
"Rappers are in danger"
New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
When you know you can sing, BOY
You know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves
With stacks of useless facts
MC's trying to be macks
But acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
You will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence
Fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding
Behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to '83
No video, no, you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin
Any new jock you're huggin
Weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to
Wake up your people's another story
Act like you never saw me
'Cause when it comes to lyrics
I'm in a different category
"Rappers are in danger"