Mcs Act Like They Dont Know
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Em G Em AmEm G Em AmEm G Goin' out to the hardcore hip hopEm AmEm G Goin' out to the hardcore hip hopEm Am Of course we don't flip flop [Verse 1]Em G If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know meEm Am I never won a Grammy, I won't win a TonyEm G But I'm not the only MC keepin' it realEm Am When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill"Em G Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995Em Am Whenever I arrive the party gets liverEm G Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behindEm Am The video rapper, you know, the chart climberEm G Clapper, down goes another rapperEm Am Onto another matter, punch up the data, BlastmasterEm G Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly EverybodyEm Am Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a partyEm G Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreadsEm Am There once was a story about a man named JedEm G But now Jed is dead, all his kids insteadEm Am Want to kick rhymes off the top of they headEm G Word, what go around come around I figureEm Am Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggasEm G The tables turned as the crosses burnedEm Am Remember You Must LearnEm G About the styles I flip and how wild I getEm Am I go on like a space age rocket shipEm G You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or playerEm Am But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayerContinúa después del anuncio[Chorus]Em G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't know [Verse 2]Em G This is what you waited all year forEm Am The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for N.C. Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill N.C. If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skillEm G MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlinesEm Am Let's battle to see who headlinesEm G Instead of flow for flow let's go show for showEm Am Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you knowEm G Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightlyEm Am They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightlyEm G It might be the fact that they express wacknessEm Am Let me show ya whose ass is the blackestEm G I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shitEm Am Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeitEm G Now tone it down a bitEm My title you will never get, I'm tooAm intelligentEm G I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxicEm Am When I rock and shock and hip hopEm G it unlock your head, I knock it It split quick from the lyricEm Am Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it [Chorus]Em G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't know [Verse 3]Em G Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect himEm Am Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum N.C. Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em N.C. Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' emEm G Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mineEm Am I design rhyme and get mine all the timeEm G MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'Em Am When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitchin'Em G I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC'sEm Am Believe they could tango with the likes of theseEm G Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arriveEm Am Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tideEm G You dope, you lied, I reside like ArtifactsEm Am On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrifiedEm G Comin' around the mountain, you run and hideEm Am Hopin' your defence mechanism canEm G divert my heat-seeking lyricism As I spark mad izmEm Am The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em [Chorus]Em G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't knowEm G Em Am Em-em, em-em, MCs act like they don't know
