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No Gimmicks

アーティスト:Lord Finesse  アルバム:The Awakening  作詞:HALL ROBERT A/LORD FINESSE/PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE/KRS ONE  作曲:HALL ROBERT A/LORD FINESSE/PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE/KRS ONE 

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( krs-one ) Lord finesse and blastmaster krs-one Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all mc I kill Come down ( verse 1: lord finesse ) Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swing With some ill muthaf**kas, we don't dance and sing In '95 we out-jinglin Servin 'poetic justice' without that nigga john singleton I do my thing while the fans be jealin Hey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him I don't fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool Just give me a beat with a bass groove I'm mad funky, ask the experts Cause I make you bob your head until your muthaf**kin neck hurt So don't ask me to match, gee Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to your face like acne Now rappers run scams and flim-flams On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man They rap fast, tryin to stack cash But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed Yellin and screamin like they got somethin When they don't got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin Talkin how they be raggin shit When I don't know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthaf**kin arabic They act so ill, they no frills They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills When I'm around y'all feel funny Cause I'm young makin funds like shaquille o'neal, money You want any drama? you better wear plenty armor I cut that ass like the chef at benny harner's The funky man's in it to win it We gotta keep it real yo, no muthaf**kin gimmicks Whoever make a hit they the best (that's a gimmick) You sell records based on how you dress (that's a gimmick) Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, that's kinda fresh (that's a gimmick) What's when you're soft but you're frontin like you're stressed? (that's a gimmick) What's when you're only into rap to get paid? (that's a gimmick) What's when you're yellin and screamin up on stage? (that's a gimmick) When your career is numbered by days? (that's a gimmick) What's when your lyrical style is just a faze? (that's a gimmick) ( verse 2: krs-one ) I guess yes y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the street Let me put my beeper on 'vibrate', so won't hear it beep Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it Let it be known, krs is not about a gimmick I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin I raise the mic stand, because I'm tall and I keep the crowd callin I'm not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel Punk, I battle mc's for real F**k a record deal when you're still into hip-hoppin With your country ass, sound like you're still pickin cotton You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen The lyrical teacher's not the one you should be checkin This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I'm mad clever I shoop, you doop, you doop like salt-n-pepa Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine When I rhyme I clean up mc's with the fresh smell of pine I got skills, and it shows You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like janet jackson's nose I'm sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt You're sellin that fake shit like the home shopping network You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second But frankly the bottom line is: where's your hit record? You claim I'm jockin, you claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?


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