Robot

Lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One and 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] Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing Everybody do their thing like a motherfucking robot When the show stop, whatcha know about How to go about - this Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing Everybody do their thing like a motherfucking robot 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 fuck that, I got something to say With brown blunts, green weed and the smoke is gray (Heeeey!!) See, 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 dang, he nice So, keep that original flow That "Bucktown", Duck Down, that shit 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 classic 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 ain't 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 biting No imitating, no hating, no faking We started breaking, so we could stop fighting 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 grabbing me accurately [Hook] [Buckshot and KRS-One] I can't rap - Pass me the program I can't sing - Pass me the prograaaaam It's so sad to me KRIS, tell 'em more why it's like a factory, actually 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 shit, that's good Well, keep on thinking; we'll just keep making Joints like these to keep the spot shakin Buckshot, KRS WE F R E S H - FRESH! (Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhhh) [Hook]