Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Like (Remix)

Clap your hands everybody, if you got it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the gets liver
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact that they express
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is
Now tone it a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em