[ti:MC's Act Like They Don't Know (LP Version)]
[ar:KRS-One]
[al:KRS-One]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:00.000] 作词 : DJ Premier, KRS One
[00:00.000] Intro
[00:00.300] Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
[00:04.640] Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks
[00:10.910] Verse 1
[00:31.240] If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
[00:34.560] I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
[00:37.060] But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
[00:39.050] When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
[00:42.600] Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
[00:45.020] Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
[00:47.840] Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
[00:50.320] The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
[00:53.000] Clapper, down goes another rapper
[00:55.030] Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blas**aster
[00:58.370] Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
[01:00.940] Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
[01:03.520] Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
[01:06.050] There once was a story about a man named Jed
[01:08.750] But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
[01:11.670] Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
[01:14.320] Word, what go around come around I figure
[01:16.910] Now we got white kids callin' themselves ******
[01:19.510] The tables turned as the crosses burned
[01:22.120] Remember You Must Learn
[01:24.490] About the styles I flip and how wild I get
[01:27.180] I go on like a space age rocket s*ip
[01:29.920] You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
[01:32.930] But make sure live you is a **** rhyme sayer
[01:35.930] Verse 2
[01:56.910] This is what you waited all year for
[01:59.200] The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
[02:01.880] Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
[02:04.150] If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
[02:07.430] MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
[02:10.610] Let's battle to see who headlines
[02:12.670] Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
[02:15.300] Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
[02:18.200] Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
[02:20.860] They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
[02:23.540] It might be the fact that they express wackness
[02:26.160] Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
[02:28.770] I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and s*it
[02:31.630] Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
[02:34.510] Now tone it down a bit
[02:35.840] My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
[02:38.410] I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
[02:41.650] When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
[02:45.420] It split quick from the lyric
[02:47.180] Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
[02:49.870] Verse 3
[03:10.070] Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
[03:14.380] Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
[03:16.480] Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
[03:19.560] Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
[03:21.990] Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?
[03:24.640] I design rhyme and get mine all the time
[03:26.940] MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
[03:29.710] When I roll up and rush their crew they start *******'
[03:32.180] I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
[03:35.000] Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
[03:37.350] Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
[03:39.900] Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
[03:42.740] You ****, you lied, I reside like artifacts
[03:46.010] On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified
[03:48.220] Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
[03:50.460] Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
[03:54.030] As I spark mad iszm
[03:56.070] The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em