Krs One - Blowe lyrics

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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