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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 and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they so funny
You test the teacher, the teacher won't reach intact
Through the speaker weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My you hear it, you fear it, you can't get near it
'Cause the eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is wack
Like that, that, right

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

Yeah, uh come on, I got rip track, flip that, underground 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 lyric I reach
Have a seat in the lecture can protect you
is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than remember I am no beginner
I like to shout out Skinner

Just skills, you know we gots to build just
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 private and limousine
The fruit we eatin' as we tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the same
We the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine
You listen to the sound, well I think you know me
Now, let me you with my conscious poetry

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 emcees on the microphone forgettin' that they
See hear them kick the lyrics are holdin' people back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will find the
You bound to see the light, and you don't want return
So listen closely to the secret scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you to be apostle what you have inside your head
Can make you more reliable, it can make you dead

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

Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them that I really had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a
Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell that 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 ain't gettin' money that
Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one
The rich are few, while the poor,
But you got cuffs and cars and stuff
You eatin' well, but 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,
emcees like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your you gamble
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you lives

Nobody on the tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful ties
So at the red light you
And to your surprise you get huffed up with two steak knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and makes things worse
You got gun the first

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