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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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First of all i don't know who y'all saw
On this stage before me (Alright)
I don't know who y'all are gonna
See on this stage after me (True)
But this is real hip-hop word up
I'm gonna find out tonight
Where the real hip-hop

The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here

Blaow-blaow, blaow-blaow
Clear 'em out, clear 'em out word
Yo, Nelly

You ain't for real and you ain't universal
Your whole style sounds like
An N'Sync commercial
Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with
The mic apparatus
Challenging the God of rap is madness
I'll snatch your status
With this ugly look in the Billboard
You could stop them
But I got enough albums to
Make my own top ten
You limited, like the speed of traffic
You bite my style off the radio
So when you speak it back, i hear the static
You better Chillout like Chuck
I kick like three Norrises
One of my sixteen bar rhymes
Is eight of your choruses
Of course it is ridiculous
Watch out, I be in the club inconspicuous
Got ya on your hands and knees
Ain't it about time for some real emcees?

The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here
The real hip hop is over here

We on the hunt tonight
When you see me coming, I don't front
I fight people say I'm contradictory
'Cause I'm all about peace, to say the least
With a violent history it ain't no mystery
These rappers wanna get with me
My people don't see that all they
Hear is "Stop hittin' me!
Stop beatin' me, Kris!"
You want to help my career, Nelly? Well
You can help if you don't exist
I think it's 'bout time we
Stop these pop rappers
F*ck these pop rappers
Hip-hop does matter to me
Does it matter to you, my crew?
If it does, you know what the hell to do
Throw your guns in the air
Pump it like "yeah"
Let these bitch-ass rappers know we in here
Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage
Tell 'em KRS told you they're at
The end of they days
Let me tell you, let's give hip-hop a lift
And don't buy Nelly's album on June 25th
That'll send a message back
To all them sellouts
House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out
You don't even know how
I told you I wasn't talking about you then
But I'm talking about you now
Blaow, one to the knees, blaow
One goes right through
Even St louis don't like you

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