KURUPT - Live On The Mic

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    KURUPT LYRICS
    
    "Live On The Mic"
    [Kurupt (talking)]
    Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like
    One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
    You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true
    Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle
    
    [KRS-One]
    Yes, yes y'all!
    yeah yeah y'all! (uh)  
    KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh)
    yeah Kurupt, y'all
    Time to check it out, uh huh
    Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea)
    KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea)
    you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!)
    
    [Verse 1 (KRS-One)]
    I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
    I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
    abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77
    i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it
    I spit lead into better men
    you a veteran, aint no tellin'
    what i send to get them yet another one
    My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
    (unintelligible)
    
    [Verse 2 (Kurupt)]
    Then again i noticed that everybody
    Think they can fuck with us
    But luckily i noticed
    Everybody want to be close to us
    Tryin' to bust when they bust
    I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us
    My style's out this universe
    Words that serve all these emcees
    They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs
    They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew
    KRS, it's on you, baby
    
    [Verse 3 (KRS-One)]
    True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around
    Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down
    and makin' them frown, true underground
    not a class clown
    copy, guilty ass, papi
    I roll with the mash out posse
    The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard
    When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE!
    My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
    The best nose, goes live at breath shows
    
    [Verse 4 (Kurupt)]
    See i heard it before, word it before
    Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before
    Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
    Fuck around with us the top dog
    Murder all y'all, my minds incredible
    I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness!
    What rhymes he creates!
    "Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best
    It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka
    
    [KRS-One]
    Uh! like that!
    Yeah uh huh! like that!
    Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic)
    (Yeah!)
    
    [Verse 5 (KRS-One)]
    Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive
    But i represent emcees now out in..
    
    [Verse 6 (Kurupt)]
    Yeah, no doubt
    I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin
    every emcee from here to Compton
    Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin
    Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'
    The last round, the last nigga knocked down
    Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round
    and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound
    It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick
    I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
    The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
    Break and take them in freezers just like ice
    Fuck around with me, O.G
    Yo, we so precise
    
    [Verse 7 (KRS-One)]
    You know the teacher's agenda
    We will be here forever
    You plottin' to surrender
    Action start, you start -- tremor
    Never lose my temper, when my temple member
    You know the center of the dope beat, remember
    
    [Kurupt]
    Yea yea! haha!
    raw dog assassin style
    KRS and kurupt!
    
    [KRS-One]
    Yea yea y'all!
    uh huh!
    like this, like this
    
    [Verse 8 (Kurupt)]
    Yeah we make them bounce
    I make them bounce
    we make them bounce
    Yo, i make them bounce
    Yo, i blaze a ounce
    Yeah, i blaze a ounce
    I'm gonna bounce to the ounce
    When the homies come through
    Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you
    I leave ya flat, homie
    You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie
    I leave you all alone, in the danger zone
    Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
    My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin'
    Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
    Me and Kris, we do it just like this
    Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this
    
    [Verse 9 (KRS-One)]
    Thats right y'all
    You heard what the man said
    KRS-One styles could never be dead
    Thats why we still in-in the studio
    Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop
    Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face
    KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place
    You know what time it is
    We got to come back again
    I got my friend, i cant remember his name again
    But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin'
    Remember the skills that out the box,
    we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track
    Come and get some'a that pass it right back
    Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
    Now come back and represent beside the Kris
    
    [Verse 10 (Kurupt)]
    Clap your hands, get it all together then
    See me come through, me and Kris
    Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
    Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you
    But we start severin' -- heads
    Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head
    Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said
    Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game
    Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game,
    Seen the game, so im televisin the game
    Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game
    They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
    See me rockin' i be rockin all around
    Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
    Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it
    Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth,
    Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
    Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee
    And that's my homie, O.G to me
    Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this
    Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick
    
    [KRS-One]
    Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
    Boogey Down, Boogey Down
    Boogey Down production,
    Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
    Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!)
    Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic)
    
    [Dogs barking and howling]
    
    
    [Thanks to Matthew for these lyrics]

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