Buckshot (feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state But I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah and I know And I know because of KRS-One Because he's droppin droppin droppin science droppin history With a whole heap of style and intelligency Yes, I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know I know because of KRS-One Because we don't want to pay money fee to hear the same old sounds Watch him he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground And I know how do I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know And I know because of KRS-One And I know And I know because of KRS-One And I know And I know

Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the Motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo, Yo Kris, run that shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit, My joint. Run that motherfucker... it's only right kid... (Do it, do it, do it...) Drop that bassline... You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time... (Do it, do it, do it...) When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Ill Will, slap dem up MC's get ate, get broken like a pretzel And get dissed if they ever try to step to They can't take a MC with loose lips Talk a lotta shit Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips Watch another rapper body get stiff Just like in church, we pass the basket As I preach over his casket Fuck it, kick the body right over And say "See ya, hmm... nice to know ya" Got another rapper to see Yo Kris, bust that ass If you're shiverin' get off the pot Let the original rapper rock the spot You stand there and jock, goin' This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to Kris Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'? I got more rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated Young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee I was rockin' rhymes when "La-Di-Da-Di" was a demo Admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS quick I bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass whipped Crazy ill mad styles is what I give'em Not a run-of-the-mill'em, I drill'em, I got ridiculous rhythm None of my styles you can get with'em Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill'em Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya If I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will Don't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still Greed will lead your need to succeed But your speed, your speech Your outreach is a breach of what I teach For lyrical styles you're a leech If I was Spanish I'd say, ["You lie like a beech"] Wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow... Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard But you're really a bitch, when you get it together Call me, here's my card Check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour Lyrical talent, imagination and flavour I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt Black, you'll come up dizzy sayin' "How da fuck he do dat?" 'Cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached If your name ain't Arrested Development, well save your speech Time to ill, I got mad skills to fill Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Tasty Cakes Gotta be the best Gee, don't try to test me You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not Jesse Let's be up front when I meet ya Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' teacher When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up... (Do it, do it, do it...) x2 Yo... South Bronx, South South Bronx South Bronx, South South... yo, Uptown Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Staten Island What about... Queens?

"Vipassana is a science of mind and matter How the mind is influencing the body And later, how the body is influencing the mind" Yesterday? Forget it Tomorrow is? Nada The present is right here, through the breath, watch it Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a cross We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs About how we got here What it is, what it isn't, shit Fate versus faith, scrimmaging with coincidence Leave out the marketing, hold up on the business end Focus on the genuine, and everything else, you can shed the skin I was a couple moves away from being dead In that ER overdosing, eyes bleeding red I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz Lost it all, sobered up, and guess what? Now we meet again And now I'm back, finally just laughin' Expectations are resentments waiting to happen Studying the dharma, karma, vipassana practice Bahá'u'lláh, Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I'm traveling Learning, yes, reflecting on what matters People, impermanence, lack of attachments It's space and time, a couple of man-made distractions The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture Church, this booth is my Vatican I don't control life, but I can control how I react to it Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin' Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness I was put here to do something before I'm lying in that casket I'd be lying on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is The world's a stage and we play a character, I found him It took me 20-something years and a bunch of shitty soundchecks I'm not gonna be content 'til I find gratitude Regardless of my sales or the record deals they're handing you If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you We'll have a bunch of mp3s and misled kids to pass 'em to I use my veins to create the color I paint from Delve into self 'til my heart becomes my paint brush I told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's up Thinking those comments on that blog is gonna save us Searchin' for everything but God to validate you Get insecure and then we start blaming the haters Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle Take all the ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical So the people can relate to where I've been Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard From the guts, fuck the glory Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording Many in my past and many that came before me I just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story

Oh girl, this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it! Oh. I want to sail away from here. And god. He came down down down down down down down down And said (down down down down down down down down) Nothing (down down down down down down down down) He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg? That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard, Yup yup five a bone When he passed him that Styrofoam the Easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before Finally got to see what all the hype was on And then he took a sip, sittin' in the Lincoln thinkin' he was pimpin' as he listen To the system Little did he know that it was just as addictive as bass Not the kind of hit from the kick drum Hot box, let the bass bump Take it to the face, gulp Months later the use went up Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff But Goddamn he loved that feelin' Purple rain coated in the throat Just so healin' Medicine alleviate the sickness Liquid affix and it comes with a cost Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin' Trying to escape the skin that barely fit him Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows Headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it Didn't even think he had a problem Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous Room spinnin', Thinkin' he might've sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup His eyelids closed shut Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup Girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shim but he never got up He never got up, he never got up We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us Nah, it won't be us Oh girl, this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it! Oh. I want to sail away from here. And god. He came down down down down down down down down And said (down down down down down down down down) Nothing (down down down down down down down down) He just wanted to act like them He just wanted to rap like him Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds The fact of it is most people that rap like this Talkin' about some shit they haven't lived Surprise, you know the drill Trapped in a box, declined record sales Follow the formula violence, drugs, and, sex sells So we try to sound like someone else This is not Californication There's no way to glorify this pavement Syrup, Percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you Broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant Despite how Lil Wayne lives It's not conducive to being creative And I know 'cause he's my favorite And I know 'cause I was off that same mix Rationalize the shit that I'd try after I listen to dedication But he's an alien, I'd sip that shit, pass out or play Playstation Months later I'm in the same place No music made, feeling like a failure And trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement I've seen my people's dreams die I've seen what they can be denied And "weeds not a drug" - that's denial Groundhog Day life repeat each time I've seen Oxycontin take three lives I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside Cheatin' and lyin' Friendship cease, no peace in the mind Stealin' and takin' anything to fix the pieces inside Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying That rush, that drug, that dope Those pills, that crumb, that roach Thinkin' I would never do that, not that drug And growing up nobody ever does Until you're stuck, lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become Swore I was gonna be someone And growing up everyone always does We sell our dreams and our potential To escape through that buzz Just keep me up, keep me up Hollywood here we come Oh girl this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it Oh, I want to sail away from here And god. He came down down down down down down down And said Nothing