Letra Lyrics 20128639 Special Ed

Lyrics 20128639

Chorus 2x: somebody want (yea yea)
Somebody want -- 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, dont be affraid of the dark
Come in to the light, you still cant see
It cant be, the historical, metaphorical, lyrical
Yes the s, you know the rest, fuck the spellin
Im tired of tellin yall who rule, cause you dont listen, fool
Your dealin with a nigga feelin fury
Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game
Thats why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine
Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent
No quest unless its the tribe
So check that vibe twice
Cause Im nice
Whoever got beef
Tell me the price
And Ill raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill
Never, yea Im 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 Im strictly throwin hits
Knowin its, unfair
Gun here, throw in a extra clip
Cause Im 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, thats 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 dont like dis
When Im 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 that your missin

Chorus 3x

Verse three:

Youre commin with your new sound
You never threw dowm
Why try, try my tie and hang em high, in the closet
Cause it, wasnt, 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
Im goin hay wire
Might fire
Might not
But its white hot
And with the right flow, the shit might blow
So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin ash, dont even ask
Feel the blast, fast, I know you wont last
But you can still try
Somebody want
Then come see the eye

Chorus 3x