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

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

If you don't me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't 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
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew they start
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em