Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Like (Remix)

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it
I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not slightly
It might be the fact that express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I it
It split quick the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I design and get mine all the time
standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and their crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 style's what I give 'em