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Yeah, this is what you would call something like One of the things that, you know, when you Meet your goal, you get to the top of The game and a dream come true. Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle. Yes, yes, y'all. Yeah, y'all. KRS, y'all. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah, Kurupt, y'all. Check it out. Yeah. Foxxy, y'all. Yeah. Yes, yes, y'all. Yeah. KRS, y'all. Yeah. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Like this, y'all. Yeah. You know what's up, coming through like that. I Laugh at that. Your whole premise is off, I'm Blasting at. Somehow my foot is exactly where your Ass is Abusing it. You know me from '86, but since '77 I'm Doing it. You, on the other hand, still kinda New to it. Say what? I spit venom into Betterment than you have ever been. Ain't no telling when I send again to them Yet another trend. Word. My voice sends, sends Shocks of adrenaline, so you sweat again. Uh-huh. Many men have looked and followed the Merry-go-round. Yeah, Then again, I notice that Everybody think they can fuck with us. But luckily I notice everybody wanna be close to Us. Trying to bust when they bust. I seen them, they treacherous and they ain't fucking With us. My style's out this universe. Words that serve all these MCs that you hear Preverbs. I break them down, nouns and verbs. They know exactly what I do. I run through crew for crew. KRS, it's on you, baby. True. Underground, boogie down, got them running Around. Coming to town, breaking them all the way Down and making them frown. True underground, not a class clown copy. Guilty ass suck poppy. I roll with the mash out posse. The beat down posse, terror squad. You'll find it was never hard when the clip Load, now you'll flip mode. I'm flashing fresh flows. My foes get death blows. The best knows how it goes. Yeah, Live at Queen shows. See, I heard it Before, worded before, we worded it before. Before every MC tried to serve it before. B Kurupt, the Raw Dog hall. Serving all y'all. Fuck around with us, the top Dog murder all of y'all. My style's incredible. I'm out this mind state. You're looking at me, oh my goodness, what rhymes He creates? Is he the best? I'm wondering, no, ain't no best. It's only me and KRS, we don't need no Vest. Yeah. Motherfucker. Uh, like that. Yeah, uh-huh, like that. Uh. we back five. Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic. Like that. Coming through in the studio live. Live. KRS-One, yeah, I'm still on job. Job. While I represent MCs now out and... Yeah. No doubting, no doubting. Yeah, I be Kurupt, the Raw Dog, and I'm Dropping. Every MC from here to Compton. Raw Dog assassin. When you see me coming through blasting, don't Matter, no harassing. They won't last in the last round. The last nigga knocked down. Provocative sound. Dropping all round for round. And pound for pound, I be from the Dogg Pound. It's me and Chris, nigga, you can eat My dick. I break them down so quick, you Can't fuck with this. The lyricist, the Poltergeist, Way nice. Break them and take them and freeze Them just like ice. Fucking around with me, OG, yo, we so precise. You know the teacher agenda. Yeah. We'll be here forever, time to surrender. Render. Action star. You start tremor. Tremor. Never lose my temper. With my temple member. Uh. You know the sender of the dope beat, Remember? Yeah, yeah, Raw Dog assassin style. KRS and Kurupt. Yeah, yeah, y'all. Uh-huh. Yeah. Like this. Make bounce. Like this. 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 on bounce to the ounce. When the homies come through, Dogg Pound, we Surround. Might be busting at you. I leave you flat, homie. You're wondering, you Looking back, homie. I leave you all alone in The danger zone. Looking at Kurupt and didn't notice It was on. My homeboy says spread them, Begin to threaten. Niggas who don't bust rhymes, Niggas start beheading. Me and Chris, we do it Just like this. Lyricists, niggas can't fuck with This. That's right, y'all. You heard what man said. KRS-One styles can never be dead. What? As we still in-in the studio, chilling, it's About three o'clock. And we representing real hip-hop. Yeah. Now you know what time it is. We got the camera in our face. KRS-One all up in the fucking place. You know what time it is. We got to Come back again. I got my friend, I can't Remember his name again. But I'm gonna keep flowing, gonna keep showing. Lyrical skills. Out the box we be flowing. Flowing. Like that. Yo, Foxxy, you on the track? Come and get some of that, pass it right Back. Now my man Kurupt on the mic like This. That's right. Once we come back, I'm Representing the style of Chris. Clap your hands. Get it all together then. You see me coming through, me and Chris tougher Than leather. And every MC who comes through be Better than claiming they better than. But we start severing heads. Everybody looking 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. Despising the game, homeboys, I televise the game. Seeing the game, so I'm televising the game. Surprising the game. Oh no, I'm rising the game. Yeah. It's shook down, they took down, shook like Clowns. See me rocking, I be rocking all around. Don't you know it? Yeah, the Poltergeist poet. Poet. Throw it, I show it. Homeboy just don't Blow it. Sit on the couch with a joint In my mouth. Getting high as can be, even Though they despising me. Realizing I be making more Money than Spike Lee. Yeah. And that's my homie, OG to me. Yeah. Yo, Chris. Yeah, what? We gonna do it like this. Uh-huh. Drop them down quick, a nigga need a Dick, yeah. Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down Production. Boogie Down, Boogie Boogie Down, Boogie Down. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah. Yo, we out, Dogg. Yeah, go. Bitch. Ha. Back to life. Me and KRS-One on the mic. Uh-huh.