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...

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

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

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

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!

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