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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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Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word, we got the sound
Let me know when the break's coming in
Nah, there's no break I'm just gonna go straight through
Aight, kick that shit

Ha, Heaven-sent I can prove this
Any crowd, turn me up loud, KR will move this
Long before Easy-E, this MC, he was ruthless
Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, freestyle, I do's this 
Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I'm the one and only
I turn you two into a toll, tell you, you owe me
You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie
I'm KRS-One, my power is now, acting holy
These rappers are phony and lonely
I catch 'em coming out of show me's
I don't Oscar or admire they baloney
No phony, I spit for the time from the mind
So when I spit off the head of course I'm ahead of my time
Yes, I'm better with rhyme and it's evident I'm
The lyrically benevolent kind, this you never gonna find
I'm spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job
Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse, they soft
That's when they get robbed and disappointed
They not anointed, get 'em set up like an appointment
I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire
Spit the truth no liar, Heaven-sent this is higher
The might cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion
This song becomes a knockout with the right hook
I'm raw, meaning not cooked
These fake rappers heads are down
'Cause in the face of KRS they do not look
.40 cal' style, ram-pam-pam like big drums
When I heat up the cup, the 420 it's done
Light up the Cheech with the Chong, I teach when I come
Knowledge reign is supreme, what these rappers is speaking is dumb
It's a treat when I come, I'm not what you used to
I'm the return of Khufu, all over these tracks like choo-choo
I'm the guru, so when my teaching premiers it's Gang Starr
Hitting you and your man in the same car
These wack rappers, f*ck who they are
KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' em all with the same bars
Hooligans, hittin' 'em with the same bars
Yo' wack style just ain't ours, Venus to Mars
I'm teaching with bars, spitting these bars
But youngins under twenty-one can't even get into these bars
So I don't blame 'em if they not seeing these bars
'Cause when I hit 'em with my universe all they seeing is stars
Speaking of bars when I spit one
You can see it's all about impact over and income
The big one, multi-directional and exceptional
Ten of my first twenty albums are all collectables
You feel the heat when I'm next to you, truly legendary
Underground, undetectable and revolutionary
Most of what's going on today, you know we knew already
I try to teach our people 'bout poverty, it took to many and shook to many
It shook too manu, we can see what a curse is 
So I reemerge and showthese youngins who the first is
The minister, frying rap chickens like Churches
And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses
IV-bags, your family picking out hearses
It's like you at the Barclay Center, you won't survive these verses
Sprite means spirit so I obey what my thirst is
The whole planet, so-called Earth is what my turf is, KRS-One

Hold up, hold up, yo, I got this
Yo, this about to be fire
Levels is on point
You sound good out here
Let's get this project started

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