Buckshot - Robot lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One] (Buckshot) YEAAAAAAAAH!!! We got another one, Buck! (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh) We got another one! (Like a ro-o-o-bot!) Yo Drew waddup man?! Let's go... [Hook: Buckshot] Errybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing Errybody do their thing like a motherf**in RO-BOT When the show stop, whatcha know about How to go about - this Errybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing Errybody do their thing like a motherf**in RO-BOT When the show stop, whatcha know about How to go about - this [Buckshot] Seems like you can't sing or rap these days Without Autotune in the back these days Well f** that! I got somethin to say With brown blunts, green weed and the smoke is grey, see (Heeeey!!) The best to do it was Roger Troutman Nah shorty, T-Pain didn't come out then! I was about ten, had striped Adidas Raised from the back in the days, all types of leaders Now, I'm like DANG, they sound the same Buck voice is original, he authored reigns Dr. J, Barry White, WHOA! Or Barry Manilow, the flow like DAG he nice So, keep that original flow That "Bucktown", Duck Down, that sh** you know.. Huh, and I don't flip no O's 2000-and-right-now, when I spit they know [Hook] [KRS-One] This ain't a diss to nobody's art Cause Afrika Bambaataa really gave it a start You go back in the history of rap man And you'll see cla**ic jams like Planet Rock and Pack Jam Go online, look up Kraftwerk Everything we doin is past work We already wore that hat, those pants and that shirt So do you man if that works!! But we really here to talk about all the copies Cause when it comes to hip-hop, we the orthodoxy Cats poorly copy, copy sloppy In that section, young people should not be! There used to be a time, when you were writing your rhyme You observed the rule of no bitin No imitatin, no hate and no fakin We started breakin, so we could STOP fightin Get enlightened - I battle you, you battle me The crowd judges the originality It's not about a salary It's all about describing the reality that's grabbin me accurately [Hook] [Buckshot] (Robot) I can't rap - (Pa** me the program) I can't sing - (Pa** me the prograaaaam) It's so sad to me KRIS, tell 'em more why it's like a factory, actually [KRS-One] (Buckshot) Hip-hop is the new urban faculty A function of collective mental anatomy You cats got it backwards, you say real is wack And the fake sh**, that's GOOD! Well, keep on fakin (we'll just keep makin) Joints like these (to keep the spot shakin) BUCKSHOT (KRS) WE F(R) E (S) H - FRESH! (Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhhh) [Hook]