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[Featuring KRS One] 
Intro: 
Reak skills  Bronx styles  Cypress Av meets Cypress Hill 
Real hip hop  bounce to this shit motherfuckers  READ EM! 
You know what's up  SHRAP! 
Commisioner Gordon rock on 
Tony Touch y'all rock on 
Kid Capri yeah rock on 
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on 
Verse 1: 
In 199 sess  KRS is in his peak in 
You are weak in and collapse like Mike  collect the beacon 
You talk more ish than a cellullar 
You can't last, just call me Enema 
cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid 
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid 
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud 
But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain 
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine 
They got no skill or game 
They sellin that commercial let me say it "Ask for Minoxnial with row 
gain" 
True skills I will explain 
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain 
Chorus: 
West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho 
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho 
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho 
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no 
We must move ahead (x8) 
Verse 2: 
People always say when they see us, teach us 
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us 
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us 
They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus 
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government 
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it 
Bein a player is cool when you a kid 
until you get sent up for a eight year bid 
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell 
til one day you are found face down upon the ground 
two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick 
Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch 
I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one 
but when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son 
Government attack one who's brainwashed 
Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed 
Government attack three is for you and me 
to constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints 
It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya 
If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher 
So the.... 
Chorus 
Verse 3: 
Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment 
In the East or West, microphone grabbin it 
Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope 
for the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope 
is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew? 
That's why black people cannot seem to break thru 
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top 
other crabs wish to pull down and blood (BLOODS) 
I'm not understandin what's all the fuss 
Hip-hop belongs to all of us 
The East created it, the West decorated it 
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression 
When black expression heights itself 
it becomes black digression leadin to depression in health 
Now question these ideas today 
If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the CIA 
or the FBI, you'd be a motherfuckin lie- 
-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er 
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf 
We got no one to blame but ourselves 
So.... 
Chorus 
We must move ahead (x8) 
All beef is dead!

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