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 you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a dope sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact that they express
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 style is
Now it down a bit
My title you will 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 from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in they
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I design and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the side 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 lyrical style's what I give 'em