Krs-one - Blowe Lyrics
Intro: redmanHey baby bring me something to drink in hereSit down and watch a little tv.[krs-one](static) yo they comin. its crazy but I know it they comin. maybe notLately I feel it coming. I knew it, they comin. (static) this just in.President (static) I guarentee (static) jim...jimmy, jimmy wake up. jimmy!(static) only the lord can save (static) 5.99 no obligation (static) let meStart to rock this mic (static) now the polar bear hybernates (static) andAnd what was going through your mind right now.Krs-1:Look aat these weak mcs getting gsNever wore bvds or even bellbottom leesPlease, with these fantisies about you selliing keysWhen you know you bees in front of the tv eatin grilled cheeseOn your knees you know my steezKris is nice with theses m-i-csIm poison like bbd the plot thickens while I be hittenAnd lyric lickin, flippin any mix and over the skippinAnd cable clippin, still sickeninEven though some people aint admittingThrough they system I keeps it kickinAnd tippin the scale I pay tuiton not bailDrink water not ale, mc hammer hits it right on the nailI cant fail with my 7 stripesStrike one pierces the lung over the drum mcs become dumbLike um? they numb, bite the tongue over the bass drumI am d the mc like run, spittin lyrics for funAnd for a sum of the bread crumbYou missed when you swung, I connected whole humAnother one done underestimated krs-1, yeah so...Hook:Redman: say bloweKrs-1: if you really want true skillRedman: say bloweKrs-1: if you want the hip hop to buildRedman:say bloweKrs-1: we rock it all year roundRedman: you better cool the f out before we go up in your mouthKrs-1:Its just beguuuun, to bubbleKrs-onnnne spells troubleOn the mic soooon there is no doubleI emerge from under the rumbleCount the truth poetic construction, audio abductionShowbiz production for wack lyric reductionAnd fly rhyme instruction keep the party hoppinKeep the djs buggin for the orthodoxNon xerox hip hop chatter boxIt was dope first crack out the box with scott larockHow mcs are washed up like sweat socksKrs-1 makes the heads nodHookRedman: krs-1Krs-!: yes my sonRedman: tweet tweet (x2)Krs-1: you know they cant compete, aint that rightRedman:No doubt. you better cool the f out before we go up in your mouthKrs-1:When its my turn kid, look at what you done didLike my head is dreadable you edibleI kick incredible shit, for my poepleIm jackin these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloopsWhile you sittin on stoops Im rockin mics for u.s. troops in groupYou screwed up, oops, I can read a true crookLike I can read a good bookIm hooked on hip hop cultureLook at the tip top lyrical structureFloatin like a soap bubble that you dont wann punctureOr rupture, I write what I udder, mother mother motherTheres too many of us dying still trying and not doinNot suceeding still pursueing what you doing?What you doing? what you doing?The session is started departed on scheduleI beg you please lookover my lyrical menuWhat other cant do I can doEnhancing 7 levels of your mentalI dismantel stress, youre listening to the advanced lyrical bestWorldwide qualified to administer any mc testStop guessin class is in full sessionNow showbiz show em how
