De Automatic (Explicit) - KRS-One/Fat Joe (肥仔乔)

Written by：KRS-One

Some fear de 'matic

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Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic

Disrespect from MC's me nah go have it

De automatic get de automatic

Tonight a rapper gwan die

Crazy MC's waste they time chasin' millions

While KRS one holds the minds of the children

I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and forty four thousand

Chosen few heads up in project housin'

A true rapper street rapper rappin' to the center

I enter any cipher with tales of adventure

If rappers are ridin' beats like cars I'm bendin' mad fenders

Put down your mic and surrender

You's a pretender blastmaster KRS rules the pavement

Kickin' edutainment while you wait for your arraignment

Save it friend before your chest I cave it in

I got my way again I'm classical like a f**kin' harley davidson

How do you think I kick a lyrical style no end you figure

It's simple I'm a rap God and youse a ni**a

Don't mean I'm bigger it simply means I'm smarter

For starters I come at you poetically harder

Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic

Disrespect from MC's me nah go have it

De automatic get de automatic

Tonight a rapper gwan die

Hah fake a** rapper how you think you got juice

When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose

Word KRS one will f**k up parties dramatically

My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically

When you was home witcha mother afraid of the dark

I was sleepin' out in Prospect Park

Eatin' one meal every 48 hours

Writin' d**e rhyme styles that you now devour

Don't you realize that I'm all about survival

I got only friends cause I killed all my rivals

Show up at the rhyme recitals took they titles

From eighty six to ninety six completes my first cycle

Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic

Disrespect from MC's me nah go have it

De automatic get de automatic

Tonight a rapper gwan die

I spent 40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness

I'm hard from head to toe yo there ain't no killin' this

I wrote over 100 rap hooks

And sociological books while you worried about your looks

Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound

But I've got the live club show locked down

Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena

You gots to keep it real on the mic when they see ya

I manifest in the West the East and overseas

Division in rap is wack and I don't know of these

I represent New York to be specific

The South Bronx but in Japan I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and land on your set what the f**k

Twenty bucks for a rap show is still twenty bucks

I start from eighty six and bring you into ninety six

No gimmicks tricks or lip sync lyrics

Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic

Disrespect from MC's me nah go have it

De automatic get de automatic

Tonight a rapper gwan die

Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe

Representin' the motherf**kin' South Bronx

With my ni**a Kris knockin' off frauds

Motherf**kers wanna do what

Big shout out to my ni**a Kenny Parker

Ill will BDP crew for life ni**a

Naughty gotto the big French productions

Of course the TAT crew my ni**a Brim

The T.S. crew and the whole Godsville

South Bronx represent ni**a uhh

The South Bronx the South South Bronx

South Bronx the South South Bronx

Yeah uhh