Rappaz R N Dainja Lyrics by Krs-one

Rappaz R N Dainja Lyrics

    Verse one:

    Blastmaster kris i don't talk ish
    Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
    No one is new to this or new to kris
    In hip-hop's atomic structure, i am the nucleus
    That is the center of the group we/us
    They/them/you, every squad every massive every crew
    Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
    The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
    The style that i am kickin is like chicken
    It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
    Reviewed in the source
    You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills
    That's what you're fishin for, it's lost
    I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles
    I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single
    Kickin rhymes til i wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
    God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco

    Verse two:

    Tasty like a souflee french croisant on tuesday
    Rappers be boo-tay
    Goo-fy that's how they crew stay
    Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
    We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
    Makes me want to shoot a free throw, blaoww
    From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
    Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go
    Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, i think
    Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
    Others like to bring the shottie to the party
    I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
    Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
    Check, i come with skills and i leave with your motherfuckin respect
    Ahh yeah... so check, uh!

    Verse three:

    New types of verbal hip-hop i bring
    When you know you can sing boy you know you can sing
    I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
    Mc's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
    Freak that, i'll snap your back as it cracks
    You will experience, loss or lack of balance
    Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
    All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of mc
    I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three
    No video, no you had to be a real live mc
    Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
    Weak production, let me tell you somethin
    Any mc can battle for glory
    But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story
    Act like you never saw me
    Cause when it comes to lyrics, i'm in a different category

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