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

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack to my back
1981 before the crack
I to let the Old English 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 played out and I know this
But I'm an MC I stay

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

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

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

comes in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the mix comes in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' flicks them
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, don't make sense
But it does, as I take daps and
cats that move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody my style, Kris was no coward
I wanted to get in the but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read books and write 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
Still they wouldn't sell to mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me tell you 'bout my

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

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

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

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

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

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