featuring KRS One



Chorus/Intro: KRS One (Kid Capri)



Do or die *echoes* (They know know what I mean?)

Bring your clique come on Do or die *echoes*

Bring your clique bring your clique

(Do or die *echoes*)

Bring your clique bring your clique (come on)



[KRS One]

Yo yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal

Watch me dismantle your handle lyrics like candles

They burn on waxes in your sandle

Microphone Vandal, KRS-One'll make em scamble

When they gamble, I tear them like flannel

You wanna battle? You'se a dreamer

I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer

I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper

Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers

You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your Adidas

Don't mess with Teachers we pray for peepers

We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that

Fair and square, don't even stare too long

Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone

With a ?really simple? sing-a-long



Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS



[Kid] Do or die, I'm sayin its you and I

[K&K] Bring your clique, bring your clique

*repeat 3X*



[KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest



Open up the door, let me come in the place

Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face

Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like Planters

The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!

I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while

Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child

Now its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate

You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!

Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races

No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this

I hate this, no I don't, You'll face Kris, no you won't

You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope

Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW!

Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground

Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear

BX, baby this is our year

Try here and die here, superfly here

As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear

I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing

Still blazin, played the low on occasion



[Kid Capri]

We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE

You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS

I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS

Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough

Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald

Let's make it happen, me and you rappin

Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at

Its all good but your rap style seems to be common

If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin



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[KRS-One]

South Bronx!

I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor

So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja

I'm all up in your white blood

My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD

What, you expect when I'm on the set

Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and wreck

You still ain't ready yet, better yet

When I connect all y'all hit the deck!

Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check

You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty

If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me

But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em

Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium

Only sucker MC's be like Kris got some ish with him

Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him

Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him

Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?



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