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"We in There" was written by Parker, Lawrence Krsone / Parker, Kenny.
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Yeah, back to that old shit
For all you fake-ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris, break this shit up

The type of lyrical terrorism I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid
But you're thinkin, damn, Kris is kinda big
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year

From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard 'Criminal Minded' and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed naked in a box
With multicolored tube socks you know my fuckin' name
Blast master KRS is thinkin long range

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah

They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
You await and this is fagot, your ass you'll be given
Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin'? Sayin from the cops you be runnin'
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein' pumped by some fagot named Lionel

In jail you ain't got respect you a fairy, I'll be takin your commissary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin long range people died so I can rhyme
you think I'm gonna grab the mike and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit you're psychologically
Historically, and spiritually sick plus you're on my dick
Changin' the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my fuckin'' name, blast master KRS is thinkin long range

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah

KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D
From Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Bronx, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
The Bronx, yell South side Bronx
South side Bronx, South side Bronx
South side Bronx, South side Bronx
South side Bronx

Songwriters
PARKER, LAWRENCE KRSONE / PARKER, KENNY

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