Текст песни Show Shocked - KRS-One
Yeah,
my
next
piece
goes
out
to
you
internet
bitches
Hiding
behind
texts
and
shit
First
of
all,
y′all
don't
really
grab
mics
man
You
be
in
the
studio
with
the
mic
in
the
mic
stand
On
your
knees
you
supposed
to
fall
I′m
just
superior
clearly,
I'm
over
y'all
When
you
stall,
really,
you
call
in
dad
Talk
hefty,
I′mma
put
you
in
a
garbage
bag
All
them
theatrics
be
wack
shit
for
sure
You
the
reason
people
don′t
like
rap
no
more
You
ain't
fresh
guy,
I
bought
your
CD
Listened
to
it
and
took
that
wack
shit
back
to
Best
Buy
You′ll
need
+TLC+
like
Left-Eye
I'll
smash
him,
him,
you
and
your
next
guy
You′ll
be
like
"KRS
why?"
When
I
come
to
your
day
job
and
hang
you
from
your
neck
tie
Your
whole
shit's
fake,
your
manager
hyped
you
Y′all
like
two
bitches,
kiss
like
dykes
do
Yeah,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
rocked
just
a
little
bit?
Oh,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
ripped
just
a
little
bit?
If
I
spit
just
a
little
bit?
Rip
mics
just
a
little
bit?
Light
blunts
just
a
little
bit?
Tote
guns
just
a
little
bit?
My
name
reigns
supreme
in
every
rap
index
I'll
spray
your
brains
on
the
windowpane
like
Windex
You
wearing
fishnets,
peep
it
We
not
the
same,
I'm
jeans
and
scully,
You
Victoria′s
Secret
You
not
on
that
street
shit,
you
ain′t
getting
skrilla
You
rapping
cause
you
a
wack
drug
dealer
So
what's
it
gonna
be?
Rapping
or
dealing?
You
can′t
serve
two
gods,
I'm
capping
and
peeling
What
happened?
You
kneeling,
your
legs
got
no
feeling
Cause
when
the
gun
went
under
your
chin,
your
brain
hit
the
ceiling
We
invented
this
shit,
to
them
cops
you
be
squealing
Your
whole
Marvin
is
Gay,
you
need
Sexual
Healing
Them
cars
I
be
wheeling,
you
dudes
into
stealing
From
the
weak,
I′ll
leave
you
in
the
passenger
seat
I'll
teach
a
class
in
a
week,
bust
yo
ass
in
the
street
We
get
more
intelligent
after
I
speak
Yeah,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
rocked
just
a
little
bit?
Oh,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
ripped
just
a
little
bit?
Yo,
the
Teacha
KRS,
I
got
Hip
Hop
on
me
Before
Hip
Hop,
a
lotta
y′all
dudes
was
corny
You
thug?
I
don't
really
see
it
B
I
remember
when
all
y'all
was
dressing
like
Run-D.M.C
But
actually
it
was
your
parents,
they
were
fans
You
a
fan,
it′s
apparent,
you′re
all
transparent
See-through,
I
would
never
be
you
You
rap
but
really,
really
nobody
believes
you
They
just
like
the
beats
you
do
In
a
real
club
I'm
eating
you,
Glock
greeting
you
Peekaboo,
I′m
that
Teacha
who
Made
an
appointment
for
his
bullets
to
meet
with
you
Are
you
available?
They'll
come
around
two-thirty
I′m
with
the
clean-up
crew,
aren't
you
dirty?
You
heard
me,
man
I
take
your
heart
When
the
show
start,
I
show
art
like
Mozart
I
take
you
back
to
{?},
these
rappers
got
no
heart
They
not
shell
shocked,
they
show
shocked,
huh
I
rock
spots
with
no
cop
All
in
your
face
like
Botox,
you
like
your
old
pops
You
ain′t
running
no
blocks
Y'all
dudes
is
corny,
chasing
ice
and
cream
like
Mistee
Softee
Get
off
me,
your
shit
is
wack
man,
you
lost
me
Yeah,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
rocked
just
a
little
bit?
Oh,
how
would
ya
like
it
if
I
ripped
just
a
little
bit?
If
I
spit
just
a
little
bit?
Rip
mics
just
a
little
bit?
Light
blunts
just
a
little
bit?
Tote
guns
just
a
little
bit?
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