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

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

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
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 with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white callin' themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, what 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 that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take word 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's 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
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks,
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em