Uh-huh, whatchu Uh-huh, we was done? Uh-huh, whatchu thought? yeah yeah thought? uh, uh, uh Yo, yo, back again, what's Back again What's that? Word on
A north face and skully hat make you a thug A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug An ill mug and a gat make you a thug A real thug is a that's hush
A north face and hat don't make you a thug A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug An ill mug and a gat don't make you a A thug is a thug that's hush
Yo, yo, yo, it, check it Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it KRS than them, look at them they bit it again I think my gun just gonna start clickin'
Click clack, I always spit call my name I go get that In fact we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted The teacher returns, you learn, the word is out
No doubt highly respected, front records Off the hook, yet still Are you teachin' yourself, teachin' I'm like history itself
Criminal minded, been blinded again Lookin' for my style you find it again You can find others that may sound like Kris But when it comes to the hands they get down like Kris
never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs Never had the of crips and bloods Never knew B.O., they never big pun They never battled MC's, never bust they gun
They don't that, all they know is that show dat That's digital audio tape if you don't that Now go and get my name correct 'Fore I snatch platinum from 'round your neck
A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug A fat ride with don't make you a thug That guy talk don't make you a thug A thug is a thug that's hush
A doo rag a platinum don't make you a thug A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug That tough guy talk don't make you a A real is a thug that's hush
Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo Yo, yo, yo hit 'em mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I low key
I go down to Hell, and slap up Then to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin' Resurrection, just like my brown When I speak, I don't need protection from the
I walk these and I'm quick to hit first Throw on any beat I'll be quick to first And rip town, I one look around And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"
Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on That's why rappers want me to go on last That's the truth, the fact, that's the deal Forget sex appeal, my tech is
And my rep is real, KRS Woo-woop-woop, that's the of EMS The rag on your head, it best stay 'Cause I can turn that red in a aight
Now go back and get my correct 'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round neck Once again, get my correct I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck
A face and skully hat don't make you a thug A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug An ill mug and a gat make you a thug A real thug is a thug hush
A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a A fat ride with chrome don't make you a That tough guy talk make you a thug A real thug is a thug hush
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo To all my who wanna see an improvement In culture, join this movement We need more glocks than my man Fox The knowledge I spit to the click it stop
That Godcore, ready to start war Rock shock more top your pop tour I'm sure drop the grade to zero the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro
Like where yo? Where yo? livin' in fear yo It's a sometime, but I got my spear yo The album's called attack', that's what it is KRS-One spittin' to kids
A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug That tough guy talk don't make you a An ill mug and a gat don't you a thug A real thug is a thug that's
A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug A north face and skully hat don't you a thug A fat with chrome don't make you a thug A real thug is a that's hush