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点击复制Now y'all already know
I don't care who's first or who last
But even though it's a new millennium
You still got to rock this at the drop of a dime baby
F**k y'all n***az want Is it Truck well you got it
Bet this gunblast seek your chest and leave your moms brokenhearted
Get me started come up against this is you retarded
I ain't s**t on you motherf**kers yet I only farted
Take the d**est n***a from my borough that's Kris put him on my s**t
The hottest latino rapper Big Pun up on this fly s**t
G Rap the sole survivor with Truck kills all the nonsense
With Marley doin' the track it's big I mean Jurassic
Like Coke this is a classic from the cradle to the casket
Gonna blow from Bangkok to Brooklyn
Beijing to the boogie down then back to my block
Cops follow the trail that lead back to me
I'm waitin for 'em with 2 glocks blow they balls off like 2Pac
Go clutch the holy drawers can't save you
Still gonna be a holocaust Truck Turner show no remorse
Go 'head n***a floss
We gon' be around when the sun go down to rob you
Then gun you down the fo'fo' make a thunder sound
Rush in like hug the ground I'ma count to 10 don't turn around
You see my face I'ma blaze you
Lettin' in off another round and another round
'Til your family put your underground
I told you kid I lay you down
Spray you down claim your town Bronx bound
A team player don't play around
Who am I Truck Turner you're learnin' now
No matter where you from I'm the arsonist I burn it down
Don't f**k with that boy next up
Aqui
Boricua light up the mic for the symphony
Whack rappers I humiliate like half a mic in The Source
Blast you right off of the stage and engrave a butcher knife in your corpse
What'chu writin' is soft I'm Pearl Harbor war
Run up on your small empire and spray your tires like you Armor All
Who wanna brawl with the Bronx finest
Thicker force like our monster rhymers
Hate y'all B I know you hate my stee'
'Cause I'm the son of Tony you phony like fake ID
It's the S H I T you can smell it
Gun smoke makin' you choke take a toke and inhale it
Now you can feel it what Deep inside your lungs
Like hot pellets when you're shot up we supply the guns
Now where you from state your restin' zone
I'm from the BX B'lawn is where T S call home where KRS was born
Let it be known if I don't get you watch for our God
'Cause when you diss Kris you disrespectin' my squad
Put that on my mother motherf**ker
How dare you disrespect b***h
Aiyyo we comin' through with the fifth and glock rippin' shots
And hittin' blocks leavin' kids rocked put in a hidden box
Splittin' tops leave his face hot dotted like chickenpox
Cursin' cops with bloodhounds sniffin' socks sniffin' rocks
No trace get your clique rubbed your wigs plugged the s**t blood
Catch your big mug topless just like a chick with big jugs
Up in the strip club beer is a Bud no coffee
Blowtorch like auto mechanics you ordered to panic
She slaughter you bandits your daughter be planted inside the ground
More than the granite my gunshots'll make you orbit the planet
Roots of evil peepin' up all legal or illegal the four fours are lethal
Cock back the gat to pop the wheelies like Knievel
Fire shots to rented Regals
Leave all your peoples with palsy in they cerebrals
Deadly as an addicts needle let automatics reap you
Sweep you I'm sendin' you to Lucifer to keep you
Heat you nail you to the cross on top of the church's steeple
Red dots cover your face like the measles
Next up
I believe that's me
Aiyyo KRS light up the mic for the symphony
Yo yo yo b***h a*s here's a quick class
I'm the Blastmaster 'cause I blast and whip a*s this'll be over quick fast
Keep mixin' it spittin' it bendin' it
Did it like juice with gin in it ha ha jackpot we winnin' it
You talk that s**t but you really illiterate
Read your s**t like he he he teh teh teh teh
Sound out the word connect the noun with the verb
Stick with bird bird 'cause the battle's absurd
Don't let these young kids go soup that a*s up
You'll get smashed up you gassed up you puttin' that a*s up really
I don't even see you in the new millennium
I see you like on VH1 with Milli Vanilli an' them
Talkin' about what you used to have your abusive dad
Oh it's so so sad 'cause I'm just so so death defyin' mesmerizin'
Every time you say you d**e that's false advertisin' but it's not surprisin'
You lyin' you ain't no battle hog
What you got one demo against my 12 year catalog
N***a back up this is the Bronx in the house
Truck Turner KRS without a doubt
Now y'all rippin' my d**n microphone down to nothin'
Kool G Rap Big Punisher my man Truck Turner
KRS One y'all never get on my d**n microphone again
Y'all crazy get out of here beat it