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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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KRS…yeah, this is it right here
Let me warm up on this
Knowledge Reigns Supreme

I’m a teacher to my people
They won’t leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah
We in the zone anytime I’m in the club
It’s like I’m really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well
We’ll let you know what you sayin’?
"Squeezing this trigger like a
Silly bully" "brrrrr"

You’re going deep with this brother
He don’t speak like no other
He keeps it undercover
Only truth he will ever utter
The proof he discover
We use it for many others
That keep another to discover how they
Keep from not going under
The beat’s like no other
It’s heat like the summer
I was raised in the streets too
But I wasn’t bein’ a runner
I wanted them beats that was butter
So I could toast ‘em while I utter
Another club thumper for the summer
I tagged KRS-ONE, uh
With rhymes like thunder
I propelled myself from right
Under gutter what, sir?
I’m a wisdom and knowledge lover
A philosophical brother
With Alchemist here, I think we got another

I’m a teacher to my people
They won’t leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah
We in the zone anytime I’m in the club
It’s like I’m really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well
We’ll let you know

This what you bumpin’ right now
"Squeezing this trigger like a
Silly bully" "brrrrr"

I ain’t grow up in a mansion
I grew up in the street, sir
I wasn’t trying to be
Handsome, sexy or sweet, sir
I used to hang out ‘round Bleecker
By CBGB’s with the air tings
With coke and reefer
I was houseless, looking for beats to
Heat the streets, for eat, money and sneakers
Sitting in West 4th eating a pizza
I visualized my whole life as The Teacher
Hip-hopper, showstopper, Glock cocker
Street philosopher, then I met
DJ Scott La Rock, and uh
We formed Boogie Down Productions in ‘85
Hip-hop culture about to become politicized
Yeah, we them guys that see them lies
Like Buju said, ‘Seckle with your 45’
It ain’t no horsey ride
We’ve been in the trenches
I’m from 149th Street
Grand Concourse Benches
You don’t even know what tense is
Until rappers are claiming the top
Spot that KRS-ONE enters
(Just like…) I start taking
‘em out like dentures
Hittin’ ‘em in their ego
Shocking their nerve centers

I’m a teacher to my people
They won’t leave me alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah
We in the zone anytime I’m in the club
It’s like I’m really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well
We’ll let you know what you sayin’?
"Squeezing this trigger like a
Silly bully" "brrrrr"

Knowledge Reigns Supreme

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