i got next - neva hadda gun
Singer:krs-one
it's meant to be evidently
when i rock so eloquently
put the beat on and let me
but i'm not in it for the money
but to me they look so funny
you can't test the teacher
the teacher won't reach intact
through the speaker you're weaker
now sit your ass in the back
cause the spirit eat eric
and eric your rhymes is wack
just skills you know you gots to build just skills
you know you gots to build just skills
just skills you know we got to build just skills
most of what i'm hearin be weak
so i speak through beats and the streets as i teach
have a seat in the lecture
of the mic wreckin rock in your sector
better than ever remember i am no beginner
i like to shout out eric skinner
you know we gots to build just skills
you know we gots to build just skills
we livin in a world of private jets and limousine
the fruit we eatin as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
see everybody livin in the same routine
well i think you know it's me
let me educate you with my concious poetry
see if you wack rap you ought be steppin out the back
see emcees on the microphone forgettin that they black
see hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin people back
but when you hear the teacher
you bound to see the light
and you don't want return back
so listen very closely to the secret scientist
i'm sending this one out to all my inner city kids
now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your head
can make you more reliable
it can make you feel dead
now listen very closely to the way i say this rhyme
it's the thing called the brain
and the thing called the mind
can i tell them that i really never had a gun?
you can't cause now you bouts to get done!
can i tell them that i really never had a gun
can i tell them that i really never had a gun?
you can't cause now you bouts to get done!
can i tell them that i really never had a gun
on the block you just yap a whole lot
about the clothes that you got
everybody sees all the friends in your benz
but they ain't gettin money like that
but you got gold cuffs and cars and stuff
but still in the ghetto you dwell
so you make it known about your glock
to any perpetrator tryin to blow up your spot
you grab the microphone and talk a good ramble
burnin emcees like a candle
with your life you gamble
one day you gamble up snake eyes
talkin all that junk about you don't take dives
nobody on the block tries
cause you claim you got powerful ties
so at the red light you arrive
and to your surprise you get heffed up with just two steak knives
and what makes things worse
you ain't got gun the first