Freeze

K-os

Yo, yo what the fuck, yo, yo 

(Chorus: K-OS) 
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze 
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees 
Please, give up the mic to MC's 
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be 
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze 
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees 
Please, give up the mic to MC's 
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be. 

(K-OS) 
I was walkin' down the street about three o'clock 
When I saw another MC at the end of the block 
Talkin' to kids tellin' em, how they had to get the dough 
So I rolled right up in the Cypher and said "Yo!" 
Here is an example of a whack MC 
Caught in the world and he just can't see 
He said, "What? Aiyyo, you disrespectin' me? 
Now I got to battle you and show them who the best be." 
He started spittin', he said, "Somethin' somethin' hot." 
Then he tried to talk about the money that he got 
I said, "Shhh c'mon yo, that's all passé. 
I got to break it down another way like this now. 
Follow me here in this moment and time 
Follow the rhyme created instigated to see the crime 
You commit, when you sit in the past. Don't you know? 
You construct a future based on everything that you know. 
But to get to the unknown, we surely must erase 
All the preconceived notions they keep throwin' up in our face 
On the daily. I run over tracks like Donavan Bailey 
And break every record, in less than ten seconds." 
They said, "Oooooh! That's a real metaphysical. 
We pull down the light cause the force is centrifugal" 
He tried to act up I had to give in 
Because the truth is an offense and not a sin, word life. 

(Chorus: K-OS) 

(K-OS) 
MC's ain't comin' equipped, with the rhyme 
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time 
The time is essential when you play with the lives of the youth 
They want the truth, but you want loot 
So ya change a little bit switch up your steeds 
Now you got a bigger bag and countin' extra ki's 
Please, everything you do we do with these 
Real MC's are universal entities, that 
Scope the universe lookin' for the fraudulence 
Then we take a disguise like Clark Kent 
My manner would have quick to check a scanner 
For a weak MC sinkin' a city like Atlantis 
You can't stand this, missile placed and you vanish 
I meditate delevitate the twelve planets 
You cannot withstand the heavy verbal attack 
I'm the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that 
I can also be your style, because I analyzed it 
You used to rock, but now you paralyzed it 
Doesn't really matter like platinum blondes 
Think what is an MC if he can't drop bombs 
Don't really matter if it's over your head 
Cause the job of resurrectin' is to wake up the dead 
So pay attention it's the hard to behold 
That everything that good it ain't gold, for real. 

(Chorus: K-OS) x2 1/2
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