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

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

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Prospect Park I'm all 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
Took the D to the E, last stop the Towers
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the World Organization, bein' harassed by police

I wrote my rhymes right there on the
New York City, 1984 was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a price
Let me tell you my life

The type of shit a 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 times to in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

Eighty-five comes in, comes in
The with the cocaine mix comes in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' flicks with
My first song's Red Alert, he's mixin'

a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this make sense
But it does, as I take daps and
From cats that drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, was no coward
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

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

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

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

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

We the act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and ninety now
But years 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 me speakin' at them universities
My mind keen, I'm hardly ever seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

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