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

Skinny cat, young cat, with a strapped to my back
1981 before the attack
I used to let the Old 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Prospect I'm all laid out
Homeless, my played out and I know 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 Twin
in the belly 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 'bout my

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

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

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

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 and hugs
From cats move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

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

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

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

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

We the act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine 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 don't always burn
Know what you need to
KRS-One, always burn