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KRS-One - I Ain't Leavin' lyrics
--Come on, y’all Let’s do this…. KRS-ONE verse: In the hearts of the people you can see my face ‘Cause in any club they know how I leave the place {How you leavin’ ‘em?} Sweaty yet ready, reachin’ higher for more My purpose is to inspire the poor So I fire the raw, while others be out for fame, yeah Knowledge Reigns Supreme; that’s a household name {They hot?} I doubt they game I’m true school like Curtis I’ll blow out they flame {And they know it} They may say the crowd they can hold it But when I’m in the spot they dare not show it {‘Cause they’re not poets} Exactly that All they rap for is lust and them platinum plaques KRS comes after that This that masterful emceein’ from a blastmasterful cat Holdin’ a class in the back It’s obviously I mastered rap I’m blastin’ em back {Blowe! Blowe!} Chorus: I live for the love of the game I spit, I reign through the struggle and pain 19 years strong been touchin’ they brain {I ain’t leavin’… I ain’t leavin…} I live for the love of the game I spit, I reign through the struggle and pain 19 years strong been touchin’ they brain {I ain’t leavin’… I ain’t leavin…} KRS-ONE verse: Yo, my whole life is different High school? I skipped it Right around 15, I knew that I was gifted Self-taught, home-schooled specific, simplistic My characteristic holistic, a mystic Everything to me is encrypted Imbued with the same one energy that be flowin’ from my spirit Those that have ears to hear hear it There’s no excuse if there’s a free library and you don’t go near it Me? I seek the truth; others they fear it They livin’ in the mansions; I’m livin’ in the spirit That negativity, I will clear it That productivity, I will share it With all who will hear it So see now that I exist and can never be told That hip hop was about silver and gold With the mike, a hole or hell I try to elevate beyond whatever soul or cell So, yo, I sound odd, but you know about that camel? That needle, the rich man, and the kingdom of god? Bring the real; many bring the façade Them bells in the head? Yeah I’m ringin’ ‘em hard Chorus Propaganda verse: Operation defacement; face it {face it} Perfect word placement; chase it Wait: catch one Incident of intimate images and work it Comfortable; a ton of bull is held at bay Keep your ear to the street, peep Foot soldier and I told you when Mix tape with the street it’s curvin’ concrete Beat beasts Heat feasts Don’t speak Whole street Hold heat Throw heat Better let it Better get it Offer I’m takin’ position Young, listen Nice is 5 high speed chase the ditch chasers Cali give it 3 strikes; I might give ya 4 Bars to get it right; I’ll take the mike and the floor You ain’t bold enough to hold it enough Flow ain’t cold enough Fool I sho’ ‘nuff showed up to blow that show up Shoulderin’ a brain quicker than DSL modems When I touch down I raid your town Chorus |
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