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Still Spittin'

アーティスト:KRS-One  アルバム:Keep Right  作詞:ABDULLAH A/ANSA L/MC COY V/MOYE K/PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE  作曲:ABDULLAH A/ANSA L/MC COY V/MOYE K/PARKER LAWRENCE KRSONE 

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(feat. Akbar, An Ion, Illin' P, L da Headtoucha, ...) [KRS-One:] It don't stop, word It don't stop, we still spittin! Word Knowledge Reigns Supreme, Over Nearly Everyone When you gon' get it? Aww man Watch how I spit 'em, watch how I hit 'em Inebriated rhythm, we get up all in 'em KRS you gotta get him, we the best we always win 'em Them cats won't admit I'm in the club rippin they shit I'm raw when I'm on tour you better be sure when you get 'em 'Til you hit the floor and spin 'em, them elements do you live 'em? Or are you just usin 'em, confusin 'em and killin them Your touring is boring, your minimum ain't fulfillin them So let's start drillin 'em, why we ain't feelin them Cause we lookin and lookin and don't see that real in them Cars we be wheelin them, minds we be healin them With books and CD's, believe me we straight dealin them Live in the club them thugs hit the ceiling When they get the feeling KRS-One start delivering So who's up? (Akbar) You live hip-hop? Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [Akbar:] This whole rap game is a gamble, some MC's can't handle Financial freeze, your record company's at a standstill While I breeze through a sample, and lead by example Find fertile minds and drop seeds by the handful Man you ain't gotta hit me in my head with the anvil I grow wise, I recognize the lies and the scandal Once you sign on that line, your career could depend on These white collar crooks who cook the books like Enron So I took an oath to speak no lie While mad rappers die over beef like E. Coli I guess you thugs won't get the picture until them slugs hit ya I ain't a hater, but sooner or later "Love's Gonna Get 'Cha" And if you don't know that, then you dumb fella And everything I said, went right over your head, like an umbrella So who's up? (L) You live hip-hop? (Damn right) Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [L Da Headtoucha:] Categorize me with the best clique, rhyme majestic With it I get sick and mo' connected So electric my energy is remembered I'm limitless My mind screamin just against the rhythm, intense is the ism In 'em I long salute the young and hungry to shine Nightmares of lost time haunt taunt me to rhyme Been isolated, waitin years to finally reappear Cheers I made it, all praise due, Inebriated These words are weaponry, huh, mental telepathy Rocks for definite, reppin it, 'til the death of me Pain left in me runs deep, and leaks through the speakers In Jeeps and tape decks, then connects to your peeps We keep it, thorough borough to borough, city to ghetto Rock like, heavy mental on the, instrumental So who's up? (Illin') You live hip-hop? Get on the mic and give it what you got [Illin' P:]


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