Paroles De automatic KRS-One

De automatic

Some fear de matic
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Some fear de matic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, from mcs, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die

Crazy mcs waste they time chasin millions
While krs-one, holds the minds of the children
Im buildin a followin of a hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project housin
A true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the center
I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin beats like cars, Im bendin mad fenders
Put down your mic and surrender
Youse a pretender, blastmaster krs rules the pavement
Kickin edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again, Im classical like a fuckin harley davidson
How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
Its simple, Im a rap god, and youse a nigga
Dont mean Im bigger, it simply means Im smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically harder

De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from mcs, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
(word) krs-one will fuck up parties dramatically
My reflexll slap a wack rapper automatically
When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin out in prospect park
Eatin one meal every 48 hours
Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
Dont you realize, that Im all about survival
I got only friends cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle

De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from mcs, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die

I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wilderness
Im hard, from head to toe yo there aint no killin this
I wrote over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books, while you worried about your looks
Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
But Ive got the live club show locked down
Platinum and gold dont hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see ya
I manifest, in the west the east and overseas
The vision in rap is wack, and I dont know of these
I represent new york to be specific
The south bronx, but in japan Im still gifted
I grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync

De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from mcs, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die

[fat joe]
Yeah yeah its the God fat joe
Representin the motherfuckin south bronx
With my nigga kris, knockin off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga kenny parker
Ill will, bdp crew for life nigga
Naughty gotto, the big french productions
Of course the tat crew, my nigga brim
The t.s. crew, and the whole godsville
South bronx represent nigga, uhh

The south bronx, the south south bronx
South bronx, the south south bronx
Yeah! uhh!