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KRS-One

Lawrence Krisna Parker (born August 20, 1965), better known by his stage names KRS-One (a backronym for Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone), and Teacha, is an American rapper of Jamaican descent. At the 2008 BET Awards, KRS-One was the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award for all his work and effort towards the Stop the Violence Movement as well as the overall pioneering of hip hop music and culture. more »

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YEAAAAAAAAH! We got another one, Buck!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uhhhh
We got another one! Like a ro-o-o-bot
Yo Drew waddup man?! Let's go

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing
Everybody do their thing like
A motherfucking robot
When the show stop, whatcha know about
How to go about - this
Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing
Everybody do their thing like
A motherfucking robot
When the show stop, whatcha know about
How to go about - this

Seems like you can't sing or rap these days
Without Autotune in the back these days
Well f*ck that, I got something to say
With brown blunts
Green weed and the smoke is gray (Heeeey)
See, the best to do it was Roger Troutman
Nah shorty, T-Pain didn't come out then
I was about ten, had striped Adidas
Raised from the back in the days
All types of leaders
Now, I'm like dang, they sound the same
Buck voice is original, he authored reigns
Dr j, Barry White (Whoa)
Or Barry Manilow, the flow like dang, he nice
So, keep that original flow
That "Bucktown", Duck Down
That shit you know
Huh, and I don't flip no O's
2000-and-right now, when I spit they know

This ain't a diss to nobody's art
Cause Afrika Bambaataa really gave it a start
You go back in the history of rap man
And you'll see classic jams like
Planet Rock and Pack Jam
Go online, look up Kraftwerk
Everything we doin is past work
We already wore that hat
Those pants and that shirt
So do you, man, if that works
But we ain't really here to
Talk about all the copies
Cause when it comes to hip-hop
We the orthodoxy
Cats poorly copy, copy sloppy
In that section, young people should not be
There used to be a time
When you were writing your rhyme
You observed the rule of no biting
No imitating, no hating, no faking
We started breaking
So we could stop fighting
Get enlightened - I battle you, you battle me
The crowd judges the originality
It's not about a salary
It's all about describing the reality
That's grabbing me accurately


I can't rap - Pass me the program
I can't sing - Pass me the prograaaaam
It's so sad to me
KRIS, tell 'em more why it's like a factory
Actually hip-hop is the new urban faculty
A function of collective mental anatomy
You cats got it backwards
You say real is wack
And the fake shit, that's good
Well, keep on thinking we'll just keep making
Joints like these to keep the spot shakin
Buckshot, KRS we f r e s h - fresh!
(Uh, uh uh uh uh uhhhhh)

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