Krs-one - De Automatic Lyrics
Some fear de maticAh hah hah, heh heh heh, ehhhCheck it outSome fear de matic, yes de automaticDisrespect, from mcs, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan dieCrazy mcs waste they time chasin millionsWhile krs-one, holds the minds of the childrenIm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty-four thousandChosen few heads up in project housinA true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the centerI enter any cipher, with tales of adventureIf rappers are ridin beats like cars, Im bendin mad fendersPut down your mic and surrenderYouse a pretender, blastmaster krs rules the pavementKickin edutainment while you wait for your arraignmentSave it friend before your chest I cave it inI got my way again, Im classical like a *****in harley davidsonHow do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figureIts simple, Im a rap god, and youse a niggaDont mean Im bigger, it simply means Im smarterFor starters, I come at you poetically harderDe automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from mcs, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan dieHa hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose(word) krs-one will ***** up parties dramaticallyMy reflexll slap a wack rapper automaticallyWhen you was home witcha mother, afraid of the darkI was sleepin out in prospect parkEatin one meal every 48 hoursWritin dope rhyme styles that you now devourDont you realize, that Im all about survivalI got only friends cause I killed all my rivalsShow up at the rhyme recitals, took they titlesFrom eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycleDe automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from mcs, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan dieI spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wildernessIm hard, from head to toe yo there aint no killin thisI wrote over 100 rap hooksAnd sociological books, while you worried about your looksNow you wanna enter the dragon in soundBut Ive got the live club show locked downPlatinum and gold dont hold in my arenaYou gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see yaI manifest, in the west the east and overseasThe vision in rap is wack, and I dont know of theseI represent new york to be specificThe south bronx, but in japan Im still giftedI grab a jet and land on your set, what the *****?Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucksI start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-sixNo gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyricsDe automatic, get de automaticDisrespect, from mcs, me nah go have itDe automatic, get de automaticTonight a rapper gwan die[fat joe]Yeah yeah its the God fat joeRepresentin the mother*****in south bronxWith my nigga kris, knockin off fraudsMother*****ers wanna do what?Big shout out to my nigga kenny parkerIll will, bdp crew for life niggaNaughty gotto, the big french productionsOf course the tat crew, my nigga brimThe t.s. crew, and the whole godsvilleSouth bronx represent nigga, uhhThe south bronx, the south south bronxSouth bronx, the south south bronxYeah! uhh!
