Live On The Mic Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt

(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!) 

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(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) 

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(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)