Krs-one - Musika lyrics

Yeah, uh, huh Use your real eyes to realize these real lies Yo Marley, let's hit 'em, word up I don't know why these cats tryin to front Marley Marl on the musika, KRS on dem lyrics da On the side I teach meta-ta-ta-physica, Kris is a Master MC, challenge he, no n***a nah Let me get this-a, clear like vinegar Kris is the hood of America, I stay ahead of ya What I spit will better ya, retire? Me? No, never, nah Way too clever for cats that want me to sever this endeavor I'm like whatever, hah The opposite of a lie, many tried to get with this guy But only the best can spit with this guy It's the teacher, go on and give him a try I take you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi Stay fly, without the flashyness my Jewels is the gift that I apply, so I ask why These Kentucky Fried Chicken DJ's promotin' breast and thighs Marley Marl test these guys, it takes real eyes to realize these real lies Oye repeta mietro This for the hood, for the ghetto Do the math loc or get goin Huh, 'bout that cuenta How can I get in the front if I ain't gettin in front That's why I spit what I want and slide credit to pun Lies spread it to none, rely on heaven and funds A two-faced n***a's what I'll never become Used to be a [unverified], now I see my rhymes get applied To a track with two live nayendas Marley, KRS cono dude well that makes it tres Make a tape, no crosshairs, my aim is great This ain't the top 8 at 8, it's Hip-Hop 88 When it wasn't all about guap' in a baby face Back then How all them entiendo porque Soy un free ya boy, hundred percent loco see the toys Can't win on the streets dog you need a lawyer Use your real eyes and realize That real lies are upon us and stop gettin cornered Mira, Mira, the teacher Mira, see the teacher, he a come tina rap eater The teacher, a specialist speaker To stand next to the leader you must be next to BE leader We free and we strive to be freer The one that helps you to become a better you, that's your teacher Through these lyrics I reach ya The truth speaker, roof reacher, proofreader, meaner no one We chosen, lyric shogun Young gun turned old gun Challenge me? No son Use your real eyes to realize these real lies