Krs-one - Wannabemceez Lyrics
"one two, testing one twoAlright party people in the place to beThe party has already startedAn-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*"Let me introduce you to another type of rapper mcWhere glamour and glitter don't matter gentlyI'm tired of the chattanooga emptyClassical like a german lugerDeep like a tune for scuba diving who am i the hyperLike i said before my radar's going bibbit bibbitThe microphone i grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric i live itHear it my spirit is where it should beDon't push me if you *****, huhI spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillzI got em, krs got skills in the placeI waste megahertz of bass bottom, chillAs i rock em and get ill, i build the perfect spot to killVerbal excitement will lead to your indictmentWhether or not you like it, still, number one i hype itYour album, rewrite itHow many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mcHow many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mcTriplet syllables for minimal criminalsLyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middleSit back and chittle as i stand and still rebuild on skillsThe admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spiritWill be diverted by this lyric when you hear itRicochet any style any dayAny which way and you'll cherish the day like sadeThe advanced oratorical techniques i speakKeep the heat at full peak! my grammarWith stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the dayAnd crack the back of that djI'm strappin and attackin a packAnd whatever happens after that just happens, factFlamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashyFocus on the syllable formats and the cash gG for guard your grill, i'm hard to killOdd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skillsWe built and killed style and skillWhile poetically recriminate you like a child i willGet ill, and switch to earnCause i prefer to slur but not blurBlurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need itBe seated i'm undefeated dem not see itObserve me then beat itHow many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mcHow many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mcLet's get back to the point quickly, get with meThe voice from new york city is too wittyI come from a era of ?oj cars?, latin quarterFake gucci and fake fendi, you can't send meNowhere, that i ain't been toYou can't tell me nuttin that i ain't been throughDisrespect the teacher i gots to get you*cause they can't mc*But what you really sayinYou sound like a *****-ass rapper when he's saying"yo kris you hit too hard" stop playing!Switching and swayingDay in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way outBefore you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade outThe last thing you heard is "who let the k out?"?no great area?Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarierEither you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscienceBut lyrically there ain't no stoppinI'm droppin a lot in your nogginCause i know that you're lyrically starvinCarbon, your name, battle battleEverybody wants to battle but you bab-bleWho knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposureI feel for ya soldierI hate to say it but i told ya soYou know that i know the ancient flow krs-oneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yoYou want a fresh style let me show you slowYour blow, i'm not your foeBattling me? no no no no no no no!How many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mcHow many mc's, wannabemceezNever be mc's, cause they can't mc[mad lion]If a dj think he man den he better prepare for war!!Bdp crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissueGeneral lion i chase them all and i am on fiyahRepresent the hardest crew, you know how we doAnything tess, dead! gun shot to dem headGwan *echoes*
