KRS One

Blowe

KRS One


featuring Redman 

Intro: Redman 
Hey baby bring me something to drink in here 
Sit down and watch a little TV. 

[KRS One] 
(static) Yo they comin'. It's crazy but I know it they comin'. Maybe not 
lately I feel it coming. I knew it they comin'. (static) This just in. 
President (static) I guarentee (static) Jim...Jimmy Jimmy wake up. Jimmy! 
(static) Only the Lord can save (static) 5.99 no obligation (static) Let me 
start to rock this mic (static) Now the polar bear hybernates (static) And 
and what was going through your mind right now. 

KRS-1: 
Look aat these weak MC's getting G's 
Never wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees 
Please, with these fantisies about you selliing keys 
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese 
On your knees you know my steez 
Kris is nice with theses M-I-Cs 
I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be hitten 
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin' 
And cable clippin', still sickenin' 
Even though some people ain't admitting 
Through they system I keeps it kickin' 
And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not bail 
Drink water not ale, MC Hammer hits it right on the nail 
I can't fail with my 7 stripes 
Strike one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb 
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum 
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' lyrics for fun 
And for a sum of the bread crumb 
You missed when you swung, I connected whole hum 
Another one done underestimated KRS-1, yeah so... 

Hook: 
Redman: Say blowe 
KRS-1: If you really want true skill 
Redman: Say blowe 
KRS-1: If you want the hip hop to build 
Redman:Say blowe 
KRS-1: We rock it all year round 
Redman: You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth 

KRS-1: 
It's just beguuuun, to bubble 
KRS-Onnnne spells trouble 
On the mic soooon there is no double 
I emerge from under the rumble 
Count the truth poetic construction, audio abduction 
Showbiz production for wack lyric reduction 
And fly rhyme instruction keep the party hoppin' 
Keep the DJs buggin' for the orthodox 
Non Xerox hip hop chatter box 
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott LaRock 
How MC's are washed up like sweat socks 
KRS-1 makes the heads nod 

Hook 

Redman: KRS-1 
KRS-!: Yes my son 
Redman: Tweet tweet (x2) 
KRS-1: You know they can't compete, ain't that right 
Redman: 
No doubt. You better cool the F out before we go up in your mouth 

KRS-1: 
When it's my turn kid, look at what you done did 
Like my head is dreadable you edible 
I kick incredible shit, for my poeple 
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and Stretch like Bobbito overloops 
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group 
You screwed up, oops, I can read a true crook 
Like I can read a good book 
I'm hooked on hip hop culture 
Look at the tip top lyrical structure 
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture 
Or rupture, I write what I udder, mother mother mother 
There's too many of us dying still trying and not doin' 
Not suceeding still pursueing what you doing? 
What you doing? What you doing? 
The session is started departed on schedule 
I beg you please lookover my lyrical menu 
What other can't do I can do 
Enhancing 7 levels of your mental 
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best 
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC test 
Stop guessin' class is in full session 
Now Showbiz show 'em how