I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

<br>It`s meant to be evidently<br>When I rock so eloquently<br>Put the beat on and let me<br>Kill another wack emcee<br>Can`t trust them never test me<br>I practice and study<br>But I`m not in it for the money<br>But to me they look so funny<br>You can`t test the teacher<br>The teacher won`t reach intact<br>Through the speaker you`re weaker now sit your ass in the back<br>My lyrical you hear it you fear it you can`t get near it<br>Cause the spirit eat Eric<br>And Eric your rhymes is wack<br>Like that, that, right back<br><br>Check it out!<br><br>Check it like this<br>Just skills You know you gots to build just skills<br>*A phone is dialed a man says hello and a woman starts speaking in<br>Spanish*<br>You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down<br>Just skills You know we got to build just skills, come on get down<br><br>Yeah, uh come on<br>I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap<br>When I kick back<br>Most of what I`m hearin be weak<br>So I speak through beats and the streets as I teach<br>I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I reach<br>Have a seat in the lecture<br>Nothin can protect you<br>Hard is the texture<br>Of the mic wreckin rock in your sector<br>Better than ever remember I am no beginner<br>I like to shout out Eric Skinner<br>Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down<br>Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down<br>Yo, we livin in a world of private jets and limousine<br>The fruit we eatin as we prepare tangerine to nectarine<br>See everybody livin in the same routine<br>We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine<br>You listen to the sound, well I think you know it`s me<br>Now, let me educate you with my concious poetry<br>Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap<br>Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap<br>Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when it`s bad<br>See if you wack rap you ought be steppin out the back<br>See emcees on the microphone forgettin that they black<br>See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin people back<br>But when you hear the teacher, KRS will find the track<br>You bound to see the light, and you don`t want return back<br>So listen very closely to the secret scientist<br>I`m sending this one out to all my inner city kids<br>Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your head<br>Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel dead<br>Now listen very closely to the way I say this rhyme<br>It`s the thing called the brain, and the thing called the mind<br>But I`m outta time<br><br>Chorus (scratching on the word "can"):<br>Can I tell them that I really never had a gun?<br>No, you can`t cause now you bouts to get done!<br>Can I tell them that I really never had a gun<br>Never had a gun, never had a gun?<br>Can I tell them that I really never had a gun?<br>No, you can`t cause now you bouts to get done!<br>Can I tell them that I really never had a gun<br>Never had a gun, never had a gun?<br><br>On the block you just yap a whole lot<br>About the clothes that you got<br>Yo, or the gold that you got<br>Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, it`s fat<br>But they ain`t gettin money like that<br>Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one envy<br>The rich are few, while the poor, many<br>But you got gold cuffs and cars and stuff<br>You eatin well, but still in the ghetto you dwell<br>You know it`s hot, so you make it known about your glock<br>To any perpetrator tryin to blow up your spot<br>You grab the microphone and talk a good ramble<br>You the hardcore outlaw, criminal, vandal<br>Burnin emcees like a candle, but you frontin<br>You ain`t got nothin, with your life you gamble<br>One day you gamble up snake eyes<br>Talkin all that junk about you don`t take dives, you take lives<br>Nobody on the block tries, cause you claim you got powerful ties<br>So at the red light you arrive<br>And to your surprise you get heffed up with just two steak knives<br>You`re terrified, they take your Benz, and what makes things worse<br>You ain`t got gun the first<br><br>Chorus