Krs-one - Mc's Act Like They Don't Know Lyrics
IntroClap your hands everybody, if you got what it takesCos Im krs and Im on the mic, and premiers on the breaksVerse 1If you dont know me by now I doubt youll ever know meI never won a grammy, I wont win a tonyBut Im not the only mc keepin it realWhen I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go illlll!Check the time as I rhyme, its 1995Whenever I arrive the party gets liverFlow with the master rhymer, thats to leave behindThe video rapper, you know, the chart climberClapper, down goes another rapperOnto another matter, punch up the data, blastmasterKnowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybodyCall up krs, Im guaranteed to rip a partyFlat top, braids, bald heads or natty dreadThere once was a story about a man named jedBut now jed is dead, all his kids insteadWant to kick rhymes off the top of they headWord, what go around come around I figureNow we got white kids callin themselves niggasThe tables turned as the crosses burnedRemember you must learnAbout the styles I flip and how wild I getI go on like a space age rocket shipYou could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or playerBut make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayerVerse 2This is what you waited all year forThe hardcore, thats what krs is here forBig up grand wizard theodore, gettin illIf you see then ya saw Im in your grill with mad skillMcs can only battle with rhymes that got punchlinesLets battle to see who headlinesInstead of flow for flow lets go show for showToe for toe, yo, you better act like you knowToo many mcs take that word emcee lightlyThey cant move a crowd, not even slightlyIt might be the fact that they express wacknessLet me show ya whose ass is the blackestI flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shitToo sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeitNow tone it down a bitMy title you will never get, Im too intelligentIll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxicWhen I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock itIt split quick from the lyricDirect hit, perfect fit, you cant get with itVerse 3Some mcs dont like the krs but they must respect himCos they know this kid gets all up in they rectumSlappin and selectin em, checkin em, disrespectin emJust deckin em, deckin em, deck-in emWho in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?I design rhyme and get mine all the timeMcs standin on the sidelines, always dissinWhen I roll up and rush their crew they start *****inI dont burn, I dont freeze, yet some mcsBelieve they could tangle with the likes of theseCross your ts and dot your is whenever I arriveWide, magnified, live like the ocean tideYou dope, you lied, I reside like artefactsOn the wrong side of the tracks, electrifiedComin around the mountain, you run and hideHopin your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricismAs I spark mad iszmThe 1996 lyrical styles what I give em
