KRS-One - Still Spittin' lyrics

It don't stop, word
It don't stop, we still spittin! Word
Knowledge Reigns Supreme
Over Nearly Everyone
When you gon' get it? Aww man

Watch how I spit 'em, watch how I hit 'em
Inebriated rhythm, we get up all in 'em
KRS you gotta get him
We the best we always win 'em
Them cats won't admit I'm in
The club rippin they shit
I'm raw when I'm on tour you better
Be sure when you get 'em
'Til you hit the floor and spin 'em
Them elements do you live 'em?
Or are you just usin 'em
Confusin 'em and killin them
Your touring is boring
Your minimum ain't fulfillin them
So let's start drillin 'em


Why we ain't feelin them
Cause we lookin and lookin and don't
See that real in them
Cars we be wheelin them
Minds we be healin them with books and CD's
Believe me we straight dealin them
Live in the club them thugs hit the ceiling
When they get the feeling
KRS-One start delivering
So who's up? (Akbar) You live Hip-Hop?
Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got

This whole rap game is a gamble
Some MC's can't handle financial freeze
Your record company's at a standstill
While I breeze through a sample
And lead by example
Find fertile minds and drop
Seeds by the handful
Man you ain't gotta hit me in
My head with the anvil i grow wise
I recognize the lies and the scandal
Once you sign on that line
Your career could depend on
These white collar crooks who cook
The books like Enron
So I took an oath to speak no lie
While mad rappers die over beef like E coli
I guess you thugs won't get the
Picture until them slugs hit ya
I ain't a hater
But sooner or later "Love's Gonna Get 'Cha"
And if you don't know that
Then you dumb fella
And everything I said, went
Right over your head, like an umbrella
So who's up?
(L) You live Hip-Hop? (Damn right)
Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got

Categorize me with the best clique
Rhyme majestic
With it I get sick and mo' connected
So electric my energy is
Remembered I'm limitless
My mind screamin just against the rhythm
Intense is the ism in 'em I long salute the
Young and hungry to shine
Nightmares of lost time haunt
Taunt me to rhyme been isolated
Waitin years to finally reappear
Cheers I made it, all praise due, Inebriated
These words are weaponry, huh
Mental telepathy
Rocks for definite, reppin it
'til the death of me
Pain left in me runs deep
And leaks through the speakers
In Jeeps and tape decks
Then connects to your peeps
We keep it, thorough borough to borough
City to ghetto
Rock like, heavy mental on the, instrumental
So who's up? (Illin') You live Hip-Hop?
Get on the mic and give it what you got

I got five on it, you want it
Flaunt it without hesi-
Dues paid check the rezzy, the black film be
That of a blunt's ashpassed
Via the spectacular cast
To get at the mass and choose sets, listen
I rep even when I be fingerin 'em, get it
Probably not
Probably thought I meant that snitch talk
Starvin your brain
I never come with the simple and plain
To get at these thoughts, get on the train of
Come mek mi learn ya bwoy
You nah fi toy wit de sum'n
Microphone check one, no frontin
You niggas is mimin your rhymes
Cause y'all ain't sayin nuttin
So mi dust off mi foot bottom pon unuh mat
Cause fi mi good will stay huntin'
Fi a new day, mon, unuh fi wake up
Industry fi get shake up
Married to the ghetto you niggas
Fi get break up ahh so who live Hip-Hop
Upon de hip, me ride the Soul Train ock

Yo I'm not to be confused
With these popular new names
I been paid my dues I'm at
The top of the food chain
And I should get an award for slept on peeps
So this beat'll be perfect
For my acceptance speech
Forever loved in your city, thanks to rap
My album's a continuous seller
Like fitted Yankee caps
I'm like a demon, crossbred with a ragin bull
I'm from the South but I relate
More to "Paid in Full"
So focused on my grind
I'm potent when I rhyme
Tell niggas close your fuckin mouth
And open up your mind
It takes more than a few weeks to learn
I make sure rappers and microphones
Ain't on speakin terms
As far as you concerned
I'm losin my temper and patience
Nobody takes shit serious like
An impotent rapist so who's up?
(An Ion) You live Hip-Hop? (True dat
True dat)
Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got

I'm aggressive, progressive
Words young ticker be vital
Rip the game and the name
To reclaim any taken title
Directly hand out stares to the
Needle as it rotates
An agent to decrepit from
Rigormortis in flow eighths
Not even for a minute can you rap
Let down by the sound that drowns
The clowns even dare to step
Don't ride the rhythm, I order you to jock
Your claim to fame was holdin down
But you can't hold cock
Damn right we can fight, I stay with grudge
With no prior budge from the previous
And when is it that fourth'll crack cranium
Kids come in the picture
Knowin that asshole and Ion and
You ain't the perfect mixture like Alice
Diners become the impeccable haven
That any enter my zone must
Be stripped down and shaven
I stand before you as a fiendish critter
Creatin causin collision with a pen
Written that hatred of
Spaced-out squashed men like it was a sin
The only job payin me enough
To snuff the rough
Should have never planned the plan
To make you perish
Leavin your fan and your uncle and
Son with somethin he can cherish