KRS-One - You Don't Really Want It lyrics
[KRS-One - You Don't Really Want It lyrics]
My rhymes still be ill
You don't really want it i suggest you chill
You don't really want it #1 I'm still
You don't really want it
The prophecy is fulfilled
You don't really want it kRS in the streets
You don't really want it
I drop the rawest beats
You don't really want it no ice just heat
You don't really want it playa face defeat
That was a nice try Nelly
I don't mean to be bold
But put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold
And let's get down to the facts of the matter
In the dictionary
Under whack rap: you the rapper
It's simply cuz you're lacking
The spectacular vernacular
And hip hop's character seems to
Be in back of ya
Either that or you're truly amateur
I'm asking ya: How does it feel to have the
Whole world laughin at ya?
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets
You was made on MTV
How you gonna talk about my
Nose to attack me?
When you steady guzzling them
Pills for your acne?
My nose comes from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you
Eatin the wrong things
Your words don't make me hurt
They make you work you'll hurt when you find
It's you getting jerked
I tell ya, it don't take me to say
Don't buy your album
Street cats ain't buying it anyway
You telling me make up my mind
Yet on your album, you don't
Know if you wanna sing, or rhyme
You trying to diss me? How?
If it wasn't for the true-school your
Bitch-ass wouldn't be here now
Blau blau, show me respect from the gate
Or I'mma have to drown you
Kids like Andrea Yates
You can't handle the break
I'm a flamethrower, you a bic lighter
You think I'm cocky cuz you a dick rider
I spit tighter, I'm not like all the rest
I'm not a playa
But I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express
So nevertheless I'mma teach ya, teach ya
But when them slugs hit you
You'll be screaming, "Momma, eI! EI!"
You never seen me sing? You
Don't know what I bring?
You'll be singing the blues like BB king
I'm all about the unity of Miss and Mistas
You all about grabbing money
And dissing our sistas
Take your ass back to TV land
And let this be a lesson, you can't see me
Man!
Just when I thought I could do my gospel
And become an apostle I got
A whole to get hostile
I don't mean to knock ya Nelly
But ain't you that MTV house nigga
With a spine like jelly?
I'mma do this by the book, for the art
I heard what you said on BET's 106 and Park
But what you don't know
Is right around the corner on 3rd
I hold a Desert Eagle, and no
It's not a bird
You sound absurd, you're gonna bring me back?
I taught all year round the spot? had
You copycat, with sloppy raps
You chill with N'Sync
I chill where Hip-Hop be at
You don't really want it i suggest you chill
You don't really want it #1 I'm still
You don't really want it
The prophecy is fulfilled
You don't really want it kRS in the streets
You don't really want it
I drop the rawest beats
You don't really want it no ice just heat
You don't really want it playa face defeat
That was a nice try Nelly
I don't mean to be bold
But put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold
And let's get down to the facts of the matter
In the dictionary
Under whack rap: you the rapper
It's simply cuz you're lacking
The spectacular vernacular
And hip hop's character seems to
Be in back of ya
Either that or you're truly amateur
I'm asking ya: How does it feel to have the
Whole world laughin at ya?
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets
You was made on MTV
How you gonna talk about my
Nose to attack me?
When you steady guzzling them
Pills for your acne?
My nose comes from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you
Eatin the wrong things
Your words don't make me hurt
They make you work you'll hurt when you find
It's you getting jerked
I tell ya, it don't take me to say
Don't buy your album
Street cats ain't buying it anyway
You telling me make up my mind
Yet on your album, you don't
Know if you wanna sing, or rhyme
You trying to diss me? How?
If it wasn't for the true-school your
Bitch-ass wouldn't be here now
Blau blau, show me respect from the gate
Or I'mma have to drown you
Kids like Andrea Yates
You can't handle the break
I'm a flamethrower, you a bic lighter
You think I'm cocky cuz you a dick rider
I spit tighter, I'm not like all the rest
I'm not a playa
But I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express
So nevertheless I'mma teach ya, teach ya
But when them slugs hit you
You'll be screaming, "Momma, eI! EI!"
You never seen me sing? You
Don't know what I bring?
You'll be singing the blues like BB king
I'm all about the unity of Miss and Mistas
You all about grabbing money
And dissing our sistas
Take your ass back to TV land
And let this be a lesson, you can't see me
Man!
Just when I thought I could do my gospel
And become an apostle I got
A whole to get hostile
I don't mean to knock ya Nelly
But ain't you that MTV house nigga
With a spine like jelly?
I'mma do this by the book, for the art
I heard what you said on BET's 106 and Park
But what you don't know
Is right around the corner on 3rd
I hold a Desert Eagle, and no
It's not a bird
You sound absurd, you're gonna bring me back?
I taught all year round the spot? had
You copycat, with sloppy raps
You chill with N'Sync
I chill where Hip-Hop be at