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What y'all thinkin? Kris shit shrinkin?
Nah I just don't brag bout the deals I be inkin
Honorary degrees from Lincoln
I cross borders like Rochicans and do albums in a weekend
I'm hip-hop speakin, never the weakling
I'm the truth man so what are y'all seekin?
Them lies and them lies, I still make flyers
I still ride vans that say MC For Hire
I spit the fire anywhere any place
Mama never told you to stay out of grown folk face?
Now you got them rappers with that cold broke face
They toured around the world now they goin no place
While KRS-One moves at his own pace
On vegetable oil, no gas no waste
Ooohhh, it's deja vu
You seen this all before, me slayin your crew
I'm known by all the kids
I studied Kwame Ture man and all he did
People don't stop callin Kris for gigs
Cause when I'm on the mic man I flip they lid
Me gettin booed? Shit
I can't even count all the dough this month I did
From coast to coast, we roast and toast
I'm hot, me and the Ice can't get close
I came to spark the night, and get the party right
Look who's on the mic, KRS and Just Ice
For those who's feelin me, and take it seriously
We keep on slangin and bangin, we keep it hot you see
We come persistent, our flows are different
But we rock in an instant, money comes with the quickness
Don't expect to hear no bullshit
We got that new shit, ooohhh shit, Just overproof shit
The name is Just Ice, yeah I'm real nice
Been doin this for years, perfection has a price
The rhymes are potent, hit you with the dope shit
Never mind that I wrote this, somethin you can't quote quick
It's been a long time, since we did our thing
We kickin down the door, now we gon' make it sling
Kris is the blaster, Just rhyme disaster
We are the rhyme master, stupid questions don't ask us
So how y'all feelin? We the real deal and
All the clown rappers are broke and out there stealin
Business they ain't runnin none, out there bummin from
Where the next meal comin from? Stupid put down the gun
It ain't worth it, what's the purpose? To curse it
Learn to up your rhyme game and spit that dirt shit
Y'all sound stupid, pants saggin, when you walk
Shut the fuck up when you hear grown folks talk
Welcome to my world, come and play my game
I'll make you wanna hurl, let me in your brain
I come with darkness, anybody start this
Mark this with the heartless, pitch black with dark threats
I like to keep it grimy, I gotta keep it gritty
In order to keep it shiny, sometimes you gotta get shitty
Those who oppose and chose to expose
They runnin just like my nose, weak rhymes and pitiful shows
Yo we gotta bounce, movin with the speed
Actin like a tree, so now we gotta leave
We came here so we could drop shit and rock shit
Stop and lock shit, hip-hop and pop shit
But any time we come, get ready for the fun
Cause all the shit is done, we weighin more than a ton
I keep it kickin like a damn mule
My whole life is like a mic, rip, spittin like a damn tool
Peace!
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