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 know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, to leave behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto another matter, 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 instead
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will 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 quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they respect him
'Cause they know this kid all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could tangle with the of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks,
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em