somebody want lyrics"    KRS One

 Verse One:

 Here I go the lyrical specialist with the perscription
 I give you the leagal drug addiction  nonfiction
 I got the shank  to your memory bank
 How sharp  don't be affraid of the dark
 Come in to the light  you still can't see
 It can't be  the historical  metaphorical  lyrical
 Yes the S  you know the rest  fuck the spellin'
 I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, cause you don't listen, fool
 Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury
 Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game
 That's why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine
 Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent
 No quest unless it's the Tribe
 So check that vibe twice
 Cause I'm nice
 Whoever got beef
 Tell me the price
 And I'll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill
 Never, yea I'm as lyrical as ever

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 Verse Two:

 You wanna start about, have you thought about
 Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences
 Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits
 Knowin' it's, unfair
 Gun here, throw in a extra clip
 Cause I'm next to flip
 Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause I
 Float like dead body, sting like a tazer
 Sharper than a ... lazer
 Open heart ... major
 Surgery transplant cause you have none
 Theres one, shoot a fair one, that's a real one
 Grannit, with a enough heart to start
 But can you manage when I brandige your bandage
 And your stitch is open
 And your bitch is open
 Is she, somethins' fishy
 I don't like dis
 When I'm like dis they try to ammulate my likeness
 Clones
 Microphones break from my intake
 For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter
 Becareful, I got a airfole
 Listen, I got them lyrics that your missin'

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 Verse Three:

 You're commin' with your new sound
 You never threw dowm
 Why try, try my tie and hang em' high, in the closet
 Cause it, wasn't, I good idiea
 Who should I fear
 No one, the son of Jah
 Gimmie some la, and I get mystic
 Lyricdistic
 But wait, your not great, your not good
 I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin'
 Fuckin' with a crazy Jamacian
 See, they vanish when I brandish the hair trigga
 Yea nigga
 I'm goin hay wire
 Might fire
 Might not
 But it's white hot
 And with the right flow, the shit might blow
 So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin' ash, don't even ask
 Feel the blast, fast, I know you won't last
 But you can still try
 Somebody want lyrics
 Then come see the eye

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