KRS-One - Hip Hop Vs. Rap Lyrics

You you can't can't be be ripping the mic
The mic like do re me me
Measles are contagious like my lyrical pages
Ripping and flipping the mic
From back in the back in the
Days, these days it's kinda hectic, hectic
When these suckers don't respect it, check it
Flame on, i know the light is bright
But keep on watching me i'm stolen property
Kicking the flavor to society
Police be clocking me
But logically they got to be
Cause they were taught that serious
Poetry would come from Socrates
But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit
If I was in front of Shakespeare
I'd battle the punk and take his shit
I'm not having it
Bust the narrative I come to give, listen
Rap is something you do
Hip Hop is something you live
The difference is kids nowadays
They got the video
Rappers don't need skills to build
So they don't really know
Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio
Got ten videos
But does that help me flow? No
That's why when I come to the show
MC's act like they don't know
Cause they were too young to
Rock up in the disco
Frisco Disco, the disc is like a Nabisco
Chocolate chip cookie
Don't f*ck with me rookie
I'm rocking beats and with
Death defying feats and I'm never squeaking
I'm always freaking when I'm speaking
Inside I'm keeping a statement for police and
I'm down for peace and but not
Turn the other cheek and
So this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go
Round and round, round we go
Two years ago a friend of mine
And Flash is gonna rock your mind
Welcome to the terror dome, the terror dome
I wonder if I take you home e-F-F-E-C T
A cool operator operating correctly
But back in the days I
Knew rap would never die
Too late baby bye bye in
A batty boy head, head, head
Insane in the membrane
Take the train, take the train
M-E T-H-O-D man hattan keeps on making it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hit's
Party people
I came through the door, I said it before
Two years ago, super ho
If my train goes off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back, back
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Friends how many MC's must get dissed?
Before somebody says don't f*ck with Kris
Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no
Body beats the Biz
Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey, Erick Sermon, hey
You you get off my cloud
Go down baby, go down baby
The gods must be crazy
You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh, yeah