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It's meant to be when I rock so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill another wack
Can't trust them, never test me, I practice and
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they look so
You can't test the teacher, the won't reach intact
the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My you hear it, you fear it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your is wack
that, that, right back

Check, check it out, check it this
skills, you know you gots to build just skills
You know you to build just skills, uh come on get down
Just skills, you know we got to build skills, come on get down

Yeah, uh come on, I got that rip track, flip that, rap
When I kick back, most of what I'm hearin' be
So I speak through beats and the streets as I
I impeach, through speech, each leech I reach
Have a seat in the lecture can protect you
Hard is the texture of the mic wreckin' in your sector
Better than ever I am no beginner
I like to out Eric Skinner

Just skills, you know we to build just skills
A come on a get
Just skills, you know we gots to build skills
A on a get down

Yo, we livin' in a world of jets and limousine
The fruit we eatin' as we prepare to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the same
We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax
You to the sound, well I think you know it's me
Now, let me educate you with my conscious

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when bad
See if you wack rap you ought be out the back
See on the microphone forgettin' that they black
See hear them kick the that are holdin' people back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS find the track
You bound to see the light, and you want return back
So listen very closely to the scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle you have inside your head
Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel

Now listen closely to the way I say this rhyme
It's the thing called the brain, and the thing the mind
But I'm outta

Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them that I really had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?
Can I tell them I really never had a gun?
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them I really never had a gun
had a gun, never had a gun?

On the block you yap a whole lot
About the that you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat
But they gettin' money like that
Word to my Kenny, jealous one envy
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold and cars and stuff
You well, but still in the ghetto you dwell

You know hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any tryin' to blow up your spot
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with life you gamble
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that about you don't take dives, you take lives

Nobody on the block tries, 'cause you claim you got ties
So at the red light you
And to your surprise you get huffed up with just two knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and makes things worse
You ain't got gun the

Can I tell them that I really never had a
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I them that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?
Can I them that I really never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a