Live On The Mic

(álbum: Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - 1999)

[Kurupt (talking)]
Yeah, this is what you would call something like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle

[KRS-One]
Yes, yes y'all!
yeah yeah y'all! (uh)
KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh)
yeah Kurupt, y'all
Time to check it out, uh huh
Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea)
KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea)
you know what's up coming through like that! (haha!)

[Verse 1 (KRS-One)]
I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
I'm blasting that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
abusing it, you know for 86 produce 77
i'm doing to you on the other hand still kind of new to it
I spit lead into better men
you a veteran, aint no telling
what i send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
(unintelligible)

[Verse 2 (Kurupt)]
Then again i noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us
But luckily i noticed
Everybody want to be close to us
Trying to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us
My style's out this universe
Words that serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew
KRS, it's on you, baby

[Verse 3 (KRS-One)]
True underground, Boogey Down got them running around
Coming to town breaking them all the way down
and making them frown, true underground
not a class clown
copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll with the mash out posse
The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard
When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE!
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath shows

[Verse 4 (Kurupt)]
See i heard it before, word it before
Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before
Be Kurupt the raw dog hog serving all y'all
Fuck around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds incredible
I'm out this mind state, looking at me, oh my goodness!
What rhymes he creates!
"Is he the best?", wondering, nah, aint no best
It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka

[KRS-One]
Uh! like that!
Yeah uh huh! like that!
Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic)
(Yeah!)

[Verse 5 (KRS-One)]
Coming through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive
But i represent emcees now out in..

[Verse 6 (Kurupt)]
Yeah, no doubt
I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin
every emcee from here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me coming through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lasting
The last round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, dropping off round for round
and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick
I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers just like ice
Fuck around with me, O.G
Yo, we so precise

[Verse 7 (KRS-One)]
You know the teacher's agenda
We will be here forever
You plotting to surrender
Action start, you start tremor
Never lose my temper, when my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat, remember

[Kurupt]
Yea yea! haha!
raw dog assassin style
KRS and kurupt!

[KRS-One]
Yea yea y'all!
uh huh!
like this, like this

[Verse 8 (Kurupt)]
Yeah we make them bounce
I make them bounce
we make them bounce
Yo, i make them bounce
Yo, i blaze a ounce
Yeah, i blaze a ounce
I'm gonna bounce to the ounce
When the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we busting at you
I leave ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you looking back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger zone
Looking at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slitting, spreading, begin the spreading
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheading
Me and Kris, we do it just like this
Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this

[Verse 9 (KRS-One)]
Thats right y'all
You heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the studio
Chilling it's about three o'clock And we representing real hip-hop
Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face
KRS-One, all up in the fucking place
You know what time it is
We got to come back again
I got my friend, i cant remember his name again
But i'm gonna keep flowing gonna keep showing
Remember the skills that out the box,
we be blowing, like that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
Now come back and represent beside the Kris

[Verse 10 (Kurupt)]
Clap your hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and Kris
Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claiming they better than you
But we start severing heads
Everybody looking at me i flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said
Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game
Despising the game homeboy televising the game,
Seen the game, so im televisin the game
Surprising the game, oh no, im risin the game
They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
See me rocking i be rockin all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it
Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth,
Getting as high as can be, even though, they despising me
Realizing i be making more money than Spike Lee
And that's my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick

[KRS-One]
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down production,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!)
Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic)

[Dogs barking and howling]