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Kris I don't talk ish Expand conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to or new to Kris In hip hop's atomic structure I am the That is the center of the group they/them/you squad every massive every crew Dental floss is lost when a true jumps off The is incidental but not mental distract you off course The style that I am kickin is like It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 Reviewed in The You will listen then find somethin missin of course... skills That's what you're fishin for, lost I'm gettin too explicit, the jingles I won't do a wack album then remix it for my Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes God hip-hop for the nine-cinco
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Tasty like a french croisant on Tuesday be boo-tay Goo-fy that's how they stay Bitin you say to boost they ego We know the steelo, your whole is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, From the git go, no, get go, my hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I Self with ya groups everyone else and the Others like to bring the shottie to the I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you the body Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with check, I come with skills and I leave with your respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH!
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New types of hip-hop I bring When you know you can BOY you know you can sing I do not up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC's trying to be macks, but like ignorant blacks Freak that, I'll snap your back as it you will experience, loss or of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to like an allowance All of you are cowards behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin to eighty-three No video, no you had to be a real MC Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock huggin production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your another story Act like you saw me Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a category