Krs One - Musika lyrics

rate me

Yeah, uh, huh

Use your real eyes to realize these real lies

Yo Marley, let's hit 'em, word up

I don't know why these cats tryin to front

Marley Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da

On the side I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a

Master MC, challenge he, no nigga nah

Let me get this-a, clear like vinegar

Kris is the hood of America, I stay ahead of ya

What I spit will better ya, retire? Me? No, never, nah

Way too clever for cats that want me to sever this endeavor

I'm like whatever, hah

The opposite of a lie, many tried to get with this guy

But only the best can spit with this guy

It's the teacher, go on and give him a try

I take you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi

Stay fly, without the flashyness my

Jewels is the gift that I apply, so I ask why

These Kentucky Fried Chicken DJ's promotin' breast and thighs

Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these real lies

Oye repeta mietro

This for the hood, for the ghetto

Do the math loc or get goin

Huh, 'bout that cuenta

How can I get in the front if I ain't gettin in front

That's why I spit what I want and slide credit to pun

Lies spread it to none, rely on heaven and funds

A two-faced nigga's what I'll never become

Used to be a [unverified], now I see my rhymes get applied

To a track with two live nayendas

Marley, KRS cono dude well that makes it tres

Make a tape, no crosshairs, my aim is great

This ain't the top 8 at 8, it's Hip-Hop 88

When it wasn't all about guap' in a baby face

Back then

How all them entiendo porque

Soy un free ya boy, hundred percent loco see the toys

Can't win on the streets dog you need a lawyer

Use your real eyes and realize

That real lies are upon us and stop gettin cornered

Mira, Mira, the teacher

Mira, see the teacher, he a come tina rap eater

The teacher, a specialist speaker

To stand next to the leader you must be next to BE leader

We free and we strive to be freer

The one that helps you to become a better you, that's your teacher

Through these lyrics I reach ya

The truth speaker, roof reacher, proofreader, meaner no one

We chosen, lyric shogun

Young gun turned old gun

Challenge me? No son

Use your real eyes to realize these real lies