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

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

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

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

I wrote my rhymes there on the spot
New York City, corruption was hot
Cats sellin' out the Jacob Javits Center for a high price
Let me you 'bout my life

The type of shit a black man
Gotta go through day of his life
times to live in, wake up in the morning
God

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

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

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

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

So I did, I like any street kid
But I was 20 books, others were handed 20 year bids
Still they wouldn't sell to your mother or your
There was respect man, 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, wake up in the
God

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

1987 my career up now
Me and Scott LaRock the year 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, 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 catch me speakin' at them
My mind stays keen, I'm hardly seen
I do a lot of work, just not in the

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