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Kenny Parker Show 2001 (Explicit) - Xzibit/KRS-One
Written by：K. Parker
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds of DR dre
You know what time it is
Exhibit steps up to the mic
Laying down the hard core real raw underground
My name is Mrs one and it's real
Well it's me down with d r e
X to the z rocks any party
Rocks the beats and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake while I'm creating
They get together and they start to hating
How can we take him out one time
Cause he brought back the west with the freshest rhymes
I might go first and he'll go second
I'll wreck' em deck' em set it just checkin your mic
Dropping hot sh*t I like
So throw up your hands b**ch run your ice
Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat sh*t you'll step off
Six is your beat down your title is seven
Taking out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelve I go for self
Rocking LA like no one else
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
But few have dropped hot sh*t and seen green
Some have d**e twelve inches count' em
But not many n**gaz have slamming albums
X to the z rocks Constantine
I'm criminal minded so don't f** k with me
Why well that's my secret baby
I don't take sh*t so f** k you pay me
So you can call me a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it
So I just walk or ride my bike
And bust on the up in smoke stage tonight
Give me a chance and I'll rock the house
But let a motherf** ker try to take me out
Cause male or female I will strangle
If it's a label they have to untangle
Adidas chains jerseys braids
Bananas hanging off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you like
But watch your b**ch I catch h**s like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight you bite I recite
My chain shine bright plus my kicks stay white
As your faggot ceo say well alright
I'm your mentor
History is mine it's time you surrender motherf** kers
And just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
Or outwit me with the style that I created
Years ago when I was selling powder to the h**s
Oh all of a sudden you don't know
Or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind
That rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face
In case you hate I won't write no tough rap
F** k with me get your whole family kidnapped
Yo xzibit show these motherf** kers man
I don't think they understand this sh*t
Break this sh*t over they backs
I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You putting out a record expecting to chart but it's weak
But when you speak through the microphone
You fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr x
Intelligence smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and walk
And put a little pep in your step
X to the z will destroy any motherf** kin rep utation
In the nation in creation
All you assholes in any occupation
Like rappers with nothing to say
I crush' em like chronic and then smoke' em with dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet I'd rather
Gather together and splatter
Whatever egotistic bullsh*t the game is over
When you push the record but don't push the culture
Breaking emcee in graffiti art dee Jain beatbox in
Yo exhibit keep rock in
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real n**gaz never die
And if you in this life just getting by
Somebody say I'm high
I'm high I'm high
I'm high yeah and you don't stop
Yeah
Woop woop woop woop woop
You know what time it is
Pull over all wack emcees ahh ahhh
Yo yo you are tuned in to the ultimate
Underground rawness straight off the street
Exhibit turn it up
