Chorus 2X: "Lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea)

somebody want lyrics" KRS One



Verse One:



Here I go the lyrical specialist with the perscription

I give you the leagal drug addiction nonfiction

I got the shank to your memory bank

How sharp don't be affraid of the dark

Come in to the light you still can't see

It can't be the historical metaphorical lyrical

Yes the S you know the rest fuck the spellin'

I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, cause you don't listen, fool

Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury

Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game

That's why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine

Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent

No quest unless it's the Tribe

So check that vibe twice

Cause I'm nice

Whoever got beef

Tell me the price

And I'll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill

Never, yea I'm as lyrical as ever



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Verse Two:



You wanna start about, have you thought about

Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences

Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits

Knowin' it's, unfair

Gun here, throw in a extra clip

Cause I'm next to flip

Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause I

Float like dead body, sting like a tazer

Sharper than a ... lazer

Open heart ... major

Surgery transplant cause you have none

Theres one, shoot a fair one, that's a real one

Grannit, with a enough heart to start

But can you manage when I brandige your bandage

And your stitch is open

And your bitch is open

Is she, somethins' fishy

I don't like dis

When I'm like dis they try to ammulate my likeness

Clones

Microphones break from my intake

For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter

Becareful, I got a airfole

Listen, I got them lyrics that your missin'



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Verse Three:



You're commin' with your new sound

You never threw dowm

Why try, try my tie and hang em' high, in the closet

Cause it, wasn't, I good idiea

Who should I fear

No one, the son of Jah

Gimmie some la, and I get mystic

Lyricdistic

But wait, your not great, your not good

I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin'

Fuckin' with a crazy Jamacian

See, they vanish when I brandish the hair trigga

Yea nigga

I'm goin hay wire

Might fire

Might not

But it's white hot

And with the right flow, the shit might blow

So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin' ash, don't even ask

Feel the blast, fast, I know you won't last

But you can still try

Somebody want lyrics

Then come see the eye



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