Chubb Rock - Reputation Lyrics
[krs-one]Can we hear the track please..Blaow! who are we? (we..) {reputation!}Who are we? (we..) {reputation!}Only the best touch the microphone(one two, check one two) you know whassupChubb rock, krs-one, get cha mind blownNow we gon talk about.. {reputation!}.. your reputation(its about to blow.. shits about to blow big)Reputation {reputation!}(mental countdown) {reputation!}Lyrical skills we bring for the nation(we have liftoff) chubb rock come down![chubb rock]I am the big time figure, the bass drum hitterThe I am what I am rogueish niggaA flow like lava, to heat up the chattaHeat up ya matta, then go stick her daughterI oughta, joe *****er your operaCrowd rock ya, I make you scream oooh ah ah!I, indubital mental big headPraying for a battle if ya battle, youre deadGet diesel, I do ya like they did bugsy siegalIm on the mic and kris is really on the me-talCuttin, backspinnin and recuttinYour english bugged so you cant do me nuttinLaced up lyrics and the beat real tightYour song is wrong and I get focused rightWith the eq, be who, be youWhen youre trying to be me, you and your crewJust stop, before the shit gets too hotYou need respect - just to get a rep[krs-one]Tra la la la la la la la layWe the freshest deejay in america today, hey hey!Tra la la la la la la la layWe the freshest deejay, in america today - hey hey![chubb rock]Well the lyrics of my peers have changed course heresPlatinum lps, the subject is to swear, yeah!And who wears what and what, fashion is upAnd which designer cut is more corruptIts an open and shut case, no ill look is on my faceWhile the bass growls, profound nouns buy a vowelIm concerned because, you must learnBefore you croak, Ive been dope since I was spermSellin records, but of course with no returnOn the mic you know I burn baby {*inhales*}With your beats you know you have no respectKids havent walked wild since go stetAnd I bet when they stage rock they get booedThey need qualuudes to get crude and extra rudeThe spirits have haunted your lyrics so I sleptGot nuff zs, tryin to get a rep[krs-one]If you thinkin that its krs you wanna take outYou better reroute quick you got it, all wrongSee when I grab the microphone career is finishedYou better reroute quick you got it, all wrongI do not mean to diss you but we simply are the best onesAnd you can call him chubb or you can call me krs-oneEither way youll get done, anywhere, any oneMe and lyrics one ton, straighten up and choose one sonIn nineteen-ninety-sess, krs is in his peaknYou will weaken and collapse like michael at the (? )You talk more ish than a senatorYou cant last, just call me enema, cause Ill be in thatAss-teroid, heaven to merkatroidIm that 6l microphone holdin humanoidPsychological like sigmund freudBut I get annoyed, cause these rappers have no brainThese hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaineThey got no skill or gameThey sound like that commercial that be sayinAsk for minoxonil, with rogaineTrue skills I will explainThe tcha breaks the campaign down plain{people always talk about..}Complete blowout, complete blowout {reputation!}Check, complete blowout {reputation!}{people always talk about..}Now I understand what theyre talkin about {reputation!}Now I understand what theyre talkin about {reputation!}Now I understand what theyre talkin about
