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Whattya think up a KRS?
Whattya think up a KRS?
Whattya think makes up a

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack to my back
before the crack attack
I used to let the Old 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Wingate Park, no
Prospect I'm all laid out
Homeless, my gear played out and I this
But I'm an MC I focused

I the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a hour
the D to the E, last stop the Twin Towers
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the World Trade Organization, bein' harassed by

I wrote my right there on the spot
New City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits for a high price
Let me tell you 'bout my

The type of a young black man
Gotta go every day of his life
Hard times to live in, up in the morning
God

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go through every day of his
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

comes in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the cocaine mix in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' with them
My first song's Red Alert, mixin' them

This a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, don't make sense
But it does, as I take daps and
From cats move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write them
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

So I did, I like any street kid
But I was handed 20 books, others were 20 year bids
Still they wouldn't sell to mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me you 'bout my life

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go every day of his life
Hard times to live in, up in the morning
God

The of shit a young black man
go through every day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

1987 my career up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the growin' up now
Me I'm just a private cat, whatever you perceive as
KRS is as as that

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and now
But them be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I chose the underground to rhyme where grimy, wow

me now, 13 albums for you to see
Or catch me at them universities
My mind stays keen, I'm ever seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

what you need to learn
Old school artists don't burn
what you need to learn
KRS-One, don't always