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

Skinny cat, young cat, a knapsack strapped to my back
1981 before the attack
I to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Avenue 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 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 Organization, bein' harassed by police

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

The type of shit a young man
Gotta go every 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 in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

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

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

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't 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 man, let me tell you 'bout my life

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

The type of 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 blowin' up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the growin' up now
Me I'm just a private cat, you perceive as live
KRS is as live as

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

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

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