KRS-ONE & BUCKSHOT - Connection lyrics

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Connection / Krs-one & Buckshot[Intro: Buckshot]Too bright in the roomGotta darken it up, NO DOUBT!Ha ha! YeahWe the Batman and Robin in this rap shit right nowListen (ha ha) woo![Buckshot]Class in session, the mass and the weaponMy protection is sectioned of the +Black Smif-n-Wessun+Stop guessin, you don't got to ask who with itThey by the blind, Buck is a beast and that's who did itMass murder, I murdered the massesNew or old school, I shoot up the classesLet me show you what to do with your glassesIt'll give you a better vision of a lyrical ass kickThe facts is when it comes to axesBuck bounce back like springs in a mattressNow practically I don't need no practiceBut when I'm with the teacher my procedure's clack-clickBang, hear the slang from across the streetI know you hate it but you forced to greetme, see, anytime you gotta pass me in the publicI know you hate it but damn you like, "Fuck itShit, I gotta stay in the loop nowcause Buckshot and KRS-One in the room now"Yeah, make you wanna jump off the roof nowSo what you do now or get now, me and my crew nowIt's like[Interlude: Steele]Yeah, my body read my life stories, BYa dig? It's for real manSee the two B's on the wings, my blockI fly with the eagles, my wings are soarin niggaYeah, sound good over these shitsY'all niggaz better get y'all weight up[Steele]I'm standin on shaky ground, gotta know the ledgeDon't push me, I'm too close to the edgeWhy you hustlin backwards? You're tryin to get aheadI'm, tryin not to lose my headI put a nigga six feet deep in a creekThis day and time ain't no room for the weakYou gotta know if you're blinded, love's gonna getchaI'm +Criminal Minded+, let me paint the pictureIf I shine, then you shineI don't hate on yours, so don't hate on minesThe past is over, the future is nearI hope you're ready cause the present is hereIt's the general winner, hoodlum, two shades of BrooklynGo straight to the island, past the bookings man(You know the voices) You know what it means(Yes, we hate the polotics) But lovin the game[Tek]The epitomy of raw energy times threePossessin the recipe, iron chefery the specialtyRap {?}, strong arm robberyI'ma play +007+ like Sean ConneryProbably some of the hardest artists to rock a beatScholars honor we, criminology the philosophyYou can't possibly consider tryin to topple weDream up stoppin we better wake up with an apologyI don't even write rhymes, I write biographiesAnd I don't need no punchlines or choreographyHonestly, don't be surprised if I'm on your propertySay it to your face, yeah I handle my business properlyI was taught by the teacher, he on the grind with meWhen you see niggaz beefin reach for your nine swiftlyNo we don't promote violence but don't smile with meI don't play with my life simply cause clowns die quicklyAnd I don't play with these broads but the god rhyme sillyYou know I stay with the chrome cause these pawns try and get meThe arm's strong, couple of cons that side with meRide with me, drama involved they frontline with me (yes)Shake bake, cut cake, split pies with meWise guys die but we rise infinitelySteele, Buckshot smoke a lot of trinityKRS-One recognize pure divinity[Interlude: KRS-One]We just laid back right now, you know what it isWe bringin that fire out, that's realYou ain't heard no album like this in a minuteRaw shit, get in it[KRS-One]You rappers talk crime but you never did itYou talk 'bout coke but you broke and never sniffed itYou talk 'bout rappin but you never spit itYou talkin that fantasy rap crap and I don't get itMy shit's real in the cotton fieldI stay hungry like I never ever had a mealWhen I was comin up, I had to stealBefore I had a recording deal worked a quarter mil'Critics say, "You oughts to chill, you old now"But really that ain't how I feel, I'm more bold now!When you get older you get betterI'ma take this to the grave; stop? Never~!I been let it switch up the paragraphAny concert I do is at least an hour and a halfMinimum, classics we spittin them outCops in the club, we kickin them outYou know what Kris is about, freestyle I spit it outI shock the crowd like Janet when her tit fell outWack rappers we get 'em outCause the dopest rappers I pick 'em out and KNOCK all them niggaz out!This ain't nuttin to figure outI'm a father, you bother my home, the chrome-9 trigger's outAnd it ain't hard to get it outY'all dead men already, that's why I'm pourin this liquor outY'all live in doubt, my faith is renewedSmith & Wesson's in the room and I don't mean my two dudes"Kris, you're too rude"But if you wanna stop the violence for real here's the attitudeDon't step to the peaceful, like the beast doWe will shoot, hogtie and eat youI spit the truth and lethal, here's how the East doIt's not the mic, it's the mind I speak through