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 on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white callin' themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

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

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