​dj honda, Doe-V, KRS-One - Team Players lyrics

All you sucker MCs just sit back and
Hear the new lyrical styles comin'
Straight out of America New York to be
Exact like to shout out DJ Honda
This is KRS One with Doe-V

I open fire with lyrical gats for
Opening acts and opening tracks
Without vocally knowin' they raps
I crack backs when active raps get
16 gold and platinum plaques
I been there and done that
You wanna critique the teacher but
You know you haven't studied
People turn funny when they
Think you're makin' money
The true philosopher of hip hop
Is in the place i'll punch you in your face
Then discuss clearing space
Damagin' my electro magnetic extention
Radiate six feet in every single direction
Guessin' stressin' they tensin'
Yo Doe-V yo teach 'em now the new lessons
Doe V: It's team player baby hold this
Shit down since the 80's
So how the hell am I gonna let
One of these new niggas play me
Wanna spray me lay me shadey with the 380
Crazy nigga play me be a cold night in Hades
We keeps it real with ya paw
But cats get froud like saggy titties
In a push up bra
It's fucked up how they did Big Poppa
Will the show go on? They gotta
And pokers still bring it proper

KRS-One: Fresh for 97 from 86 that makes 11
Years on the microphone Can
We Talk like Tevin
I Run like th Reverend, hip hop heaven
The number of God is not only seven
It's nine and three so come follow me
On a journey to witness a real MC
The mind tricks the body I was in the party
When Dougie recorded Lodi Dodi
And I ain't see nobody

If one slow, then everybody slow
If one know, then everybody know
If one flow, then everybody flow
If one blow nigga, then everybody blow
KRS-One: It's me again sober but never
Lonely with Doe V
Moving closely you got skills kid now show me
K the R the S is
The teacher don't forget that
Challenging this could get your
Album date set back
Diplomatic this rap addict tunes out static
No we can't have it I spurt
The verbal Magic like Mister
Don't get it Twisted like Sister
Or Keith like Sweat trickles down your
Cheek better put up the anus
Chewin' your crew like cheese danish
Let me change this
Lyrical flows I reign this You can't
Tame this this is aimless
MCin' while bein' famous and rich
Still believe it it's got to be that way
Which way, the no bitch way
The no snitch way
Definatly not the bitch way
"Is he a real ferous serious?" They
Ask right when they cranium cracks

Shamma Lamma can't nobody slamma
And if I can't slam ya I'm
A hit you with a hammer
Huh boom bamma then you say
"Damn ah why'd ya hit me Shamma Lamma?"
"Cause that's still the way I am ah"
Can have tight security still run
Up in your jamma
And hit you like a 4-4 slug kablamma blamma
Who's name rings bells 360 from toliet 12
Legend has it when he piss he
Put out the fires in hell plus rock well
Honies wanna Fuck You For Free like Akinele
So cocktales through niggas window
If my Glock fail it ain't where your from
It's what your representin'
Mama always taught me never eat
Where you be shittin' oh no he didn't
Straight from jail for I'm kickin'
Can't trush them hoes I can see
Clear from where I'm sittin'
Since the days of
(Brooklyn keeps on takin' it)
Bronx keeps creatin' it
(True only relate to this)
A few real niggas left and
The rest is immitatin' it
Mistaking it for life is too
Hard then we breakin' it
Doe-V is coming through with KRS
Ain't no mistakin' it kRS-One:
Put the jewels on the table we takin' it

I damage your molecular structure
Your heart beat fluctured
Main arteries rupture I puncture
Your style my mental state's on the prowl
I bring it wild like a bunch
Of immates goin' to trail
I cause havoc a mystery like Voodu magic
I set the static I'm
Comin' barracade the barracks
Disrupt your molecules I demolish crews
And bruise and toss a yo nail to the cross