Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit!
	For all you FAKE-ass teachers out there
	Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up!

[KRS-One]
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that h
SeaLion lyrics

Over the mountains, and under the sky ---
riding dirty gray horses, go you and I.
Mating with chance, copulating with mirth ---
the sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth).
The ice-cream castles are refrigerated;
the super-marketeers are on parade.
There's a golden handshak
it
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my FUCKIN name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[KRS-One]
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you 
Troubled Mind lyrics

music: youngblood, pavlicko, lyrics: warnerCLOSING MY EYES AGAIN TO FORGET ABOUT THE DAY I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE AND I'LL SEE IT ALL AGAIN BUT I'LL NEVER KNOW JUST WHYOH LORD, HELP ME TO SEE A WAY TO LIVE THIS DREAM FOR MY TIME IS RUNNING SHORT AND MY PATI
iddin?  You're only tryin to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin?  Sayin from the cops you be runnin
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin LONG range
People died so I can rhyme..
you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my n
Lik Av Falne Menn lyrics

med blanke sverd
Mot kongens menn ventet grusom hevn
og ei gudene kunne hjelpe dem n?
Ravnen kom, glupsk og gr?dig
for ? fr?tse: lik av falne menn
Spydene strakk seg etter smertefull d?d
hjelmer knustes av ulvhedners ?ks
Fem hundre menn av banes?r falt
i h?rskarens m?t
tion's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my FUCKIN name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island
Heather B.. Ska-Danks..
D-Square.. Sidney Mills..
Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx!  (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!)
The Bronx!  Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx!  Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx!  Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!