Krs-one - Double Trouble (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One] Who is the DJ that's cutting it up? Bring it back yo, bring it back Mad Lion, KRS-One. Set, set it! [Verse One: Mad Lion] Act like ya know and don't act like a slob Or else you're gonna give my gun a blow job [?] fool and crazy Your little Illegal style can't phase me [?] breathing indo Mad Lion mad and I k** people too Whether with mic or a gun [?] there's no place to run No place to duck and no place turn [?] [KRS-One] Lyric for lyric, KRS with god mad enthusiasm excite The protoplasm to the orgasm Or neck spasm This ain't no phantasm Title I smash 'em, your favorite rapper you can't match him Against this Mad Lion and Kris Ten years ago we pa**ed but they persist, so we ask 'em "Who don't you think about when you think about Taking an MC out? It's the Teacher no doubt Oratorically supreme I don't go up in the mainstream, I go up in your bloodstream Like the dope fiend Me? You could never double team That's the impossible dream I don't lack self esteem I gleam Still it seems As I read Vibe magazine Rappers day dream about letting off steam You know what I mean when I roll up on the scene And go to the extreme On your peaches and cream team Keep your conversations to a minimal Mind it, I'm still Criminal Minded If you listen you'll find it Any time you wanna commit professional suicide Find my tour guide Collide where I reside And you'll be hog tied Crucified and drip dried I'm amplified like the five o'clock free ride You've been notified, we can take this outside Statewide, along the country side I'll leave you cross eyed [Mad Lion] Give thanks and praise while big spliff blaze Watch out Keep in mind who started this flow Mad Lion, yo you better act like you want it Lyrics we flaunt it and float it, we own it You copy, we wrote it See Clickity, click click In goes the magazine [?] against your spleen Cause we don't sta-stutter We don't sta-stammer Gunshot [?] and now you skin like a Hummer My grammar Is great Whoever underrate I keep it nice and spiffy for all you pirates Who rape, this style I create? Mistake I'm real, you're fake [KRS-One] Yeeeeah They were talking loud, now they mumble The ball they fumble My lyrics bump like razor stubble, double trouble The Remix, I gat ya, the Funk is the Master As I Flex on the next rapper when I'm vexed Checks are cashed As a** is gra** fast In a flash, long last the flavor from the Blastmaster major Captain Inner city general rapper And we kept it real No sugar, no saccharin While other reggae artists chase the platinum, we don't fear 'em Yesterday they were large, today you don't hear 'em Like clothes we wear them out Paper we tear them no doubt Mad Lion come and take 'em out [Mad Lion] Double trouble That's what you get when my blood pressure bubble Piss in the grate, your body turn into rubble Never want gold You never were humble Now it's time pitty bad bwoy them rumble [?] a football fumble No you wanna walk through the lion's jungle Bring all your crew Bust slugs and rumble That's why the lion him say [Outro: KRS-One] Big Daddy Rickster is down with us G. Simone is down with us Funkmaster Flex is down with us Channel Live is down with us My man Fat Joe is down with us DJ Red Alert, he's down with us Commissioner Gordon is down with us Making funky music is a must, I'm number one!