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

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

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Park I'm all laid out
Homeless, my gear played out and I this
But I'm an MC I stay

I the shuttle to the D and wrote 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 right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Center for a high price
Let me tell you my life

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

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

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

This a far cry from a kid on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this don't 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 wanted to get in the game but my wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write 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 handed 20 bids
Still they wouldn't to your mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me tell you my life

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

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

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

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and 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

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

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