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

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my
1981 the crack attack
I used to let the Old English 800 bubble
In the last car of the Franklin shuttle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1987 my blowin' up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the year up now
Me I'm just a cat, whatever you perceive as live
KRS is as live as

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

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

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