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Yeah, this is what you would somethin' like
One of the that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game and the come 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, y'all yes yes,
(Yea)
KRS, y'all, uh, huh, this y'all
(Yea)
You know what's up through like that
(Haha)

I laugh at that, your premise is off
I'm blastin' that, my foot is exactly 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 lead into better men, you a veteran, no tellin'
I send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat
(Unverified)

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

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

True underground, Boogey got them runnin' around
to town breakin' them all the way down
And makin' them frown, underground

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

the clip loads and I yell Flip-Mode
My faster, fresh blows, my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath

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

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

I'm out this mind state, at me, oh my goodness
What rhymes he
Is he the Wonderin', nah, ain't no best
It's only me and KRS we 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, yeah I'm on Jive
But I emcees now out in

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

The last round, the last nigga knocked
sound, droppin' off round for round
And pound for pound, I be from the
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 them in just like ice
Fuck with me, O.G, yo, we so precise

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

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

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

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

at Kurupt and didn't 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 like
Lyricist, niggas fuck with this

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

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

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

We be blowin', like that, yo you on the track
Come and get 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 leather and every who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' they than you
But we start heads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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