KRS-ONE You Don't Really Want It Lyrics
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            My rhymes still be ill
            You don't really want it
            I suggest you chill
            You don't really want it
            #1 I'm still
            You don't really want it
            The prophecy is fulfilled
            You don't really want it
            KRS in the streets
            You don't really want it
            I drop the rawest beats
            You don't really want it
            No ice just heat
            You don't really want it
            Playa face defeat
        
            That was a nice try Nelly
            I don't mean to be bold, but put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold
            And let's get down to the facts of the matter
            In the dictionary under wack rap, you the rapper
            It's simply cuz you're lacking the spectacular vernacular
            And hip hop's character seems to be in back of ya
            Either that or you're truly amateur
            I'm askin ya, how does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya?
            You just too stupid to see
            I was made on the streets, you was made on MTV
            How you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?
            When you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne?
            My nose comes from a line of kings
            Your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things
            Your words don't make me hurt, they make you work
            You'll hurt when you find it's you gettin jerked
            I tell ya, it don't take me to say
            Don't buy your album, street cats ain't buyin it anyway
            You tellin me make up my mind
            Yet on your album, you don't know if you wanna sing, or rhyme
        
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            You tryin to diss me?  How?
            If it wasn't for the true-school your b____-a__ wouldn't be here now
            Blau blau, show me respect from the gate
            Or I'ma have to drown you kids like Andrea Yates
            You can't handle the break, I'm a flamethrowa, you a bic lighta
            You think I'm c___y cuz you a d___rida
            I spit tighter
            I'm not like all the rest I'm not a playa but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express
            So nevertheless I'ma teach ya, teach ya
            But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!"
            You never seen me sing?  You don't know what I bring?
            You'll be singing the blues like BB King
            I'm all about the unity of Miss and Mistas
            You all about grabbin money and dissin our sistas
            Take your a__ back to TV land
            And let this be a lesson, you can't see me man!
        
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            Just when I thought I could do my gospel
            And become an apostle I got a whole to get hostile
            I don't mean to knock ya Nelly
            But ain't you that MTV house n____ with a spine like jelly?
            I'ma do this by the book, for the art
            I heard what you said on BET's 106 and Park
            But what you don't know, is right around the corner on 3rd
            I hold a Desert Eagle, and no, it's not a bird
            You sound absurd, you're gonna bring ME back?
            I taught all year round the spot ??? had
            Copycat, with sloppy raps, you chill with N'Sync, I chill where hip hop be at
        
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