Take ’Em Out KRS-One

Yo, yo yo!

Shout out to my dude ?A Meta? from Harlem
You inspired me to death, G
Shout out to ?Stretch?
BA, stand up
G Simone, Rap Entertainment, let's go!

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Take 'em out, take 'em out, take 'em out
Take 'em out, take 'em out, take 'em out
Whenever these rappers, they want to roll up
I hit 'em and split 'em, break them, they fold up
With KRS-One, you better hold up
My shooters are ready, steady, you'rе so fucked
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Here wе go again Shan, I'ma blast you
Back in '86 and '87, dude, we crashed you
You acting like I've got to ask you if I want
I don't give a fuck about what you saying, my dude you done!
Dudes that never battled wanna see one
Dudes that are not MCs, they always want to be one
No, I'm not the slave, son
KRS the free one
It's Boogie Down Productions
Every battle we won!
Never in your life did you step in to the KRS
The whole world says "He's the best"
East to west, from Compton to Chi-Town to the Boogie Down
But Shan needs money so he's trying to pull this rapper down
I graduated years ago from this battle sound
I toured the whole world while MC Shan sat around
You want the history? I'ma bring it back around
Let's start with MC Shan in Queens getting smacked around
That's why he sounds the way them suckers sound
Losers
Making big claims behind cheap computers
Shan, you want to test the Teacha, you'll get split apart
Torn into pieces, thrown somewhere in the dark
I'll take you back to Cedar Park
Shan, you made Raw, but you like a cowardly lion that need a heart
You back to smoking the coke, nigga
I see you a broke nigga
30 years, you ain't getting no bigger
For real, you a joke and I ain't laughing
Breaking down rappers like you: That's my passion