Luyện nghe bài hát MC's Act Like They Don't Know

Clap hands everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes another
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Learn
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many MC's take that word lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The lyrical style's what I give 'em