Murder 1

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of dem might tell,

whoever figure.

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of them might tell,

whoever figure

Get outta here! No friends here

Gun clap on ya, we launch new dere

One match and now drag your holsters in here

Just saw you run up, who did dem dere

Look, look

These motherfuckers know who's the best If it ain't Buckshot,

it must be KRS

I spit the most rhymes in hip-hop's history

That means no rappers spit more spit than me

I'm quick to see a rapper

Get the duct tape out, y'all start breathin faster

KRS-One, he's a master

A teacher, like when I speak it faster

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of dem might tell,

whoever figure.

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of them might tell,

whoever figure

Get outta here! No friends here

Gun clap on ya, we launch new dere

One match and now drag your holsters in here

Just saw you run up, who did dem dere

Yeah, yeah

You don't want the righteous to spark and ignite this

I stand for peace but, some wan' fight Kris

That's when I get the hypest

I'm like Tina Turner with long legs, you what Ike is

I'm where the mic is, I'm where Buckshot at

All that car, ice, money, crack - fuck that rap!

This a new day dawnin,

y'all get to crawlin Duck Down, this the first warnin

Huh, emceein is my callin It's my genetic structure, we BACK motherfuckers!

And we black motherfuckers!

Dreadlocks, du-rag, hip-hop, rap motherfuckers

The streets is mine

M-I-N-D, y'all way behind time

I was savin' my shine

But now I think it's time to Buckshot in '09

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of dem might tell,

whoever figure.

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of them might tell,

whoever figure

Get outta here! No friends here

Gun clap on ya, we launch new dere

One match and now drag your holsters in here

Just saw you run up, who did dem dere

Stand clear, gun man ah talk What dem shout 'bout hip-hop done off in New York

Watch out! Run dis here

KRS and Buckshot run dis year

The father of the flow and the son is here So I shine, you shine, put one in the air

From the K-R you underestimatin

BDP beat you down with patience Or,

BBI{?} bring down the inflation Cause the government'll want you with the money, they hatin

Can't take it, well get an education{?} and do work

Follow my formula to make it and do work

See, the hip-hop foundation was Kool Herc {?} said she went through her stages,

I need her I do prefer to stop the violence.

But if you stop my progress I'm gon' stop the silence!

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of dem might tell,

whoever figure.

I pull the trigger,

make the people hurt Now one of them might tell,

whoever figure

Get outta here! No friends here

Gun clap on ya, we launch new dere

One match and now drag your holsters in here

Just saw you run up, who did dem dere