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Yeah, this is what you call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you your goal
You get to the top of the game and the dream come
and KRS-One freestyle

Yes, yes y'all, yeah, y'all
(Uh)
KRS y'all, uh, huh, uh, huh
(Uh)
Yeah Kurupt,
Time to it out, uh, huh

Prophecy, yes yes, y'all
(Yea)
KRS, y'all, uh, huh, like y'all
(Yea)
You know what's up comin' through that
(Haha)

I laugh at that, your whole is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my is exactly where yo ass is at
Abusin' it, you for 86 produce 77
I'm doin' to you on the hand still kind of new to it

I spit lead into men, you a veteran, ain't no tellin'
I send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you again
(Unverified)

Then I noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us but I noticed
Everybody want to be close to us, tryin' to bust when bust
I them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin' with us

My style's out universe, words that serve all these emcees
They hear I break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what I do, I run crew for crew
KRS, it's on you,

True underground, Boogey Down got them around
Comin' to breakin' them all the way down
And makin' them frown, true

Not a class clown, copy, ass, papi
I with the mash out posse
The beat down posse, squad
You'll find you was never

When the clip loads and I yell
My faster, fresh blows, give my death blows
The nose, goes live at breath shows

See I heard it before, word it
it before, before
Every emcee to serve it before

Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all
around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my incredible

I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my
What rhymes he
Is he the best? Wonderin', nah, ain't no
It's only me and KRS we don't need no vest,

Uh, like that, yeah, uh, huh, that, uh
(We gangstafied Kurupt and on the mic, Yeah)

Comin' in the studio live
KRS-One, yeah I'm still on
But I represent now out in

Yeah, no doubt, I be the raw dog and I'm droppin'
Every emcee from here to
Raw dog, assassin you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, won't lastin'

The round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, off round for round
And pound for pound, I be from the
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my

I them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way
Break and take them in freezers just ice
around with me, O.G, yo, we so precise

You know the agenda
We will be here forever, you plottin' to
start, you start tremor
Never lose my temper, my temple member
You know the of the dope beat, remember

Yea, yea,
Raw dog assassin
KRS and
Yea, yea, y'all, uh, huh
Like this, like

Yeah, we make bounce, I make them bounce
We them bounce, yo, I make them bounce
Yo, I blaze a ounce, yeah, I blaze a
I'm bounce to the ounce

When the homies come
Dogpound we surround we bustin' at you
I leave ya flat,
You wonderin, you back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger

Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just like
Lyricist, niggas fuck with this

That's y'all, you heard what the man said
styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the
Chillin' it's three o'clock
And we representin' real

Now you know what it is
We got the in our face
KRS-One, all up in the place
You know time it is
We got to come again

I got my friend, I can't remember his again
But I'm gonna keep flowin', gonna showin'
the skills that out the box

We be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the
and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like
Now come back and represent beside the

Clap hands, get it all together then
See me through, me and Kris
Tougher than and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' better than you
But we start heads

Everybody at me I flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard I said
Punk ass niggas, realize the game

Despisin' the game homeboy the game
Seen the game, so im the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, I'm risin' the

They shook they took down, shook like clowns
See me I be rockin' all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poet
Throw it, I show it, homeboy just don't it

Sit on the couch, a joint in my mouth
Gettin' as high as can be, though, they despisin' me
Realizin' I be more money than Spike Lee

And my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris, we gonna do it like
(Yeah?)
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a

Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down, Boogey
Down production
Boogey Down, Down
Down, Boogey Down

Ha-ha
(Byatch)
Yo we out, dog
(Bitch life, me and KRS-One on the mic)