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

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

Yeah, uh on, I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap
When I kick back, most of what I'm be weak
So I speak through beats and the as I teach
I impeach, through speech, each leech I reach
Have a seat in the lecture nothin' can you
is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than remember I am no beginner
I like to shout out Eric

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

Yo, we in a world of private 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 the fax machine
You listen to the sound, well I you know it's me
Now, let me educate you with my conscious

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

But when you the teacher, KRS will find the track
You to see the light, and you don't want return back
So listen closely to the secret scientist
I'm sending 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 feel

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

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 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a

On the block you yap a whole lot
About the clothes that you got, yo, or the gold you got
Everybody sees all the in your Benz, yo, it's fat
But they ain't gettin' like that
Word to my brother Kenny, one envy
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold cuffs and and stuff
You well, but still in the ghetto you dwell

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

on the block tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful ties
So at the red you arrive
And to your surprise you get huffed up with just two steak
You're terrified, take your Benz, and what makes things worse
You ain't got gun the

Can I tell them that I really never had a
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
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 that I never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a