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Musika

アーティスト:KRS-One  アルバム:Hip Hop Lives 

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Yeah, uh, huh Use your real eyes to realize these real lies Yo Marley, let's hit 'em, word up I don't know why these cats tryin to front Marley Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da On the side I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a Master MC, challenge he, no nigga nah Let me get this-a, clear like vinegar Kris is the hood of America, I stay ahead of ya What I spit will better ya, retire? Me? No, never, nah Way too clever for cats that want me to sever this endeavor I'm like whatever, hah The opposite of a lie, many tried to get with this guy But only the best can spit with this guy It's the teacher, go on and give him a try I take you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi Stay fly, without the flashyness my Jewels is the gift that I apply, so I ask why These Kentucky Fried Chicken DJ's promotin' breast and thighs Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these real lies Oye repeta mietro This for the hood, for the ghetto Do the math loc or get goin Huh, 'bout that cuenta How can I get in the front if I ain't gettin in front That's why I spit what I want and slide credit to pun Lies spread it to none, rely on


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