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Whattya makes up a KRS?
Whattya makes up a KRS?
Whattya think up a KRS?

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my
1981 the crack attack
I used to let the Old 800 suds bubble
In the car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Prospect Park I'm all out
Homeless, my gear played out and I know
But I'm an MC I stay

I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my in a hour
the D to the E, last stop the Twin Towers
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the Trade Organization, bein' harassed by police

I wrote my rhymes there on the spot
New York City, 1984 was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a high
Let me you 'bout my life

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of shit a young man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

Eighty-five in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the mix comes in
class hustlers, I'm takin' flicks with them
My first song's Red Alert, mixin' them

a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this make sense
But it does, as I take and hugs
From cats move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write them
Save our children, 'em a whole new outlook"

So I did, I lived any street kid
But I was handed 20 books, others were handed 20 year
Still they wouldn't sell to your mother or your
There was respect man, let me tell you 'bout my

The type of a young black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of a young black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

1987 my blowin' up now
Me and Scott took the year growin' up now
Me I'm just a cat, whatever you perceive as live
KRS is as live as

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and now
But years be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I chose the underground to where it's grimy, wow

Rewind me now, 13 for you to see
Or catch me speakin' at universities
My mind stays keen, I'm ever seen
I do a lot of work, just not in the

Know what you to learn
Old school artists don't always
Know you need to learn
KRS-One, don't always