Krs-one - Hip Hop Vs. Rap lyrics

You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic like do re me me Measles are contagious like my lyrical pages Ripping and flipping the mic From back in the back in the days, these days it's kinda hectic, hectic When these s**ers don't respect it, check it Flame on, I know the light is bright but keep on watching me I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be Cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit If I was in front of Shakespeare, I'd battle the punk and take his sh** I'm not having it Bust the narrative I come to give, listen Rap is something you do, Hip Hop is something you live The difference is kids nowadays, they got the video Rappers don't need sk**s to build so they don't really know Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio Got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco Frisco Disco, the disc is like a Nabisco Chocolate chip cookie, don't f** with me rookie I'm rocking beats and with d**h defying feats And I'm never squeaking, I'm always freaking when I'm speaking Inside I'm keeping a statement for police and I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and So this DJ, he gets down Mixing records while they go... Round and round, round we go Two years ago a friend of mine And Flash is gonna rock your mind Welcome to the terror dome, the terror dome I wonder if I take you home E-F-F-E-C-T A cool operator operating correctly But back in the days I knew rap would never die Too late baby bye bye in a batty boy head, head, head Insane in the membrane Take the train, take the train M-E-T-H-O-D man... ...Hattan keeps on making it, Brooklyn keeps on taking it We keep coming back with more and more hits Party people I came through the door, I said it before Two years ago, super ho If my train goes off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back, back Back to the grill again, the grill again Friends How many MC's must get dissed? Before somebody says don't f** with Kris Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no... ...Body beats the Biz Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman Hey, Erick Sermon, hey You you get off my cloud Go down baby, go down baby The gods must be crazy You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh, yeah