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

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

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

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

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

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

My style's out this universe, words serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs I them down to nouns and verbs
They know what I do, I run through crew for crew
KRS, on you, baby

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

Not a clown, copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll the mash out posse
The down posse, terror squad
You'll find you was never

When the clip and I yell Flip-Mode
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes blows
The best nose, goes at breath shows

See I heard it before, it before
Worded it before,
emcee tried to serve it before

Be the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know the agenda
We will be here forever, you to surrender
Action start, you tremor
Never lose my temper, when my member
You know the center of the beat, remember

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

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

When the homies through
Dogpound we surround like we at you
I leave ya flat,
You wonderin, you back, homie
I you all alone, in the danger zone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody lookin' at me I flows the head
them all dead, nigga, you heard what I said
Punk ass niggas, don't the game

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

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

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

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

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

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