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Chorus 2X: "Lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea) 
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 

Chorus 

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' 

Chorus 3X 

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 

Chorus 3X

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