DJ Premier - Jus' Rhymin' With Krumb lyrics

[Intro: Teflon talking] Yeah. This is some back in the days sh**. (Let's take 'em back Tef) A shout out to the true pioneers. Biz Markie. Big Daddy Kane. Thorough sh**. Union Square. I'mma f** with this y'all. Check it. Uh. Check me out [Verse One: Teflon] Yo, I'm the rap promoter Start the motor Come out of Brook'nam, Brownsville, Saratoga Used to mix the fish scale with Baking Soda As a young child build a criminal folder Did a bid, got shot, got stabbed, got colder Got sick from tryin' to carry the world on my shoulder Once knew a girl by the name of Roda Borrowed a buck from her, f**ed her, ducked her, I still owe her Put me on your recorder, I'm a great flower When I run for prez you best be a voter Rapid fire don, black fire arm toter Catch wreck, look, put this in your text book quotas I can start a Star Wars, kidnap Yoda Hijack Jehovah and bring the world to a closure All in one breath, yep n***a it's Tef Solitaire, I'm outta here, peace, nice to know ya Ayo Krumb My man my mellow Hop up on this b**h and spit it straight ghetto [Krumb Snatcha] Too many people in the world done changed Now-a-days to get your point across you hijack planes Make me wonder for the future of our children If they ain't even safe inside the states biggest buildings Got me down to my knees, praying and coppin' these pleas Lord I'm stoppin' these seeds and make the heart in them breathe Mo' easy The time is now, best believe me So where ever my gun clutch, it get lit up like a dutch And get backed up by the world's most prominent cuts Over legendary beats, reach penitentiary streets to rooftops Plus I spit it till the booth hot And every breath when I'm rockin' with Tef It's like it's the last night and the last mic left Hold on and feel the turbulence, police they wanna murder kids Witness one drop in the spot after the burner hits Bloody chest, projects, new wars and more We all got a choice, that's what the voice is for f**er [Teflon] Yeah f*ggot, there you have it Spittin' ridiculous is a habit Try me, slip up and get ripped up and embarra**ed And I bang the ratchet, nope I can't have it C'mon n***a, ya done picked the wrong n***a to clash wit And rumor has it, y'all been robbin' the game for too long now n***as is tired, it's time for a change And all y'all n***as sound the same All boring and plain Y'all motherf**ers is spoiling the game O [Outro: Krumb Snatcha] Hold on Tef, hold on Tef. Stop the tape, stop the tape. Chill, chill, chill, we buggin' yo. Ayo, we just f**in' around yo