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Yeah
QF
That's right
KRS
Boogie Down Productions
Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam
Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam
Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam
Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam
Man to man, I plan to jam for every fan
I'm taking a stand in Amsterdam
You tired of the scams? Let's rewrite the plans
In Africa, Australia, China and Japan
Meet me out in Amsterdam
With the secret meeting jams
Blessed you can see I am
I got my people, Victor and Kenneth
A menace like Dennis
But the possibilities with QF are endless
We so relentless
Pounding you, steadily astounding you
Don't believe? Look all around you in Amsterdam
Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam
Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam
Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam
Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam
Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam
Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam
Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam
Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam
KRS-One, I'm on the adventure
This that high class rap shit you can't enter
Walk with me, I still spit New York gritty
And I ain't forget the movement, it's y'all that look silly
Who ain't got the nine milli these days? Not really
Who ain't rode the Greyhound with a pound from Philly?
We done did that, spit that, gat went click-clack
We made it out the hood, now it's good we give back
Yo, I guess I chilled long enough
All this boring stuff from rappers, I'm calling they bluff
Showing up in the cypher, taking all they stuff
They not MCs, they hoping on a call from Puff
When the real shit show up, it's sort of like a hold up
Kid, you'll get flushed like toilet stuff
I don't care about your gun talk or the clips you dumping
I spent twenty dollars, you best spit me something
Video rapper, your whole clique be fronting
Y'all titter and tatter
I get the whole spot jumping in Amsterdam
Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam
Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam
Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam
Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam
Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam
Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam
Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam
Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam
I'm a true grit spitting MC to the core
I used to trust these DJs but not anymore
They just as caught up now as the rappers are
They want the chick with the crib with the gat in the car
They want the rocked up Rolex, the Cris' at the bar
But tell me, do you really know who you are?
Let me tell you this the return of the rawnessness
That lawlessness
Yo, the block is calling for Kris
In Amsterjam, do you know who I am?
When we turn on the music and pop this jam
In Amsterdam
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