Reputation

Can we hear the track please

Blaow!

who are we? (we…reputation)

Who are we? (we…reputation)

Only the best touch the microphone

(one two, check one two) you know what’s up

Chubb rock, KRS-One

get 'cha mind blown

Now we’re going to talk about (reputation)

your reputation(it's about to blow, shit's about to blow big)

Reputation (reputation, mental countdown, reputation)

Lyrica skills we bring for the nation (we have liftoff)

chubb rock come down!

I am the big time figure

the bass drum hitter

The I am what I am rogueish *****

A flow like lava, to heat up the chatta

Heat up ya mat'ta, then go stick her daughter

I oughta, joe ****er your opera

Crowd rock ya, I make you scream "oooh ah ah!"

I, indubital mental big head

Praying for a battle if ya battle, you're dead

Get diesel, I do ya like they did bugsy siegal

I’m on the mic and kris is really on the metal

Cuttin, backspinnin and recuttin

Your english bugged so you can't do me nuttin

Laced up lyrics and the beat real tight

Your song is wrong and I get focused right

With the eq, be who, be you

When you're trying to be me, you and your crew

Just stop, before the shit gets too hot

You need respect, just to get a rep

Tra la la la la la la la lay, We the freshest deejay in america today, hey hey!

Tra la la la la la la la lay, We the freshest deejay, in america today, hey hey!

Well the lyrics of my peers have changed course here's

Platinum lp's, the su**ect is to swear, yeah!

And who wears what and what, fashion is up

And which designer cut is more corrupt

It's an open and shut case, no ill look is on my face

While the bass growls, profound nouns buy a vowel

I’m concerned because, "you must learn"

Before you croak, I've been **** since I was sperm

Sellin records, but of course with no return

On the mic you know I burn baby

With your beats you know you have no respect

Kids haven't walked wild since "go stet"

And I bet when they stage rock they get booed

They need qualuudes to get crude and extra rude

The spirits have haunted your lyrics so I slept

Got nuffz's, tryin to get a rep

If you think in that it's KRS you wanna take out

You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong

See when I grab the microphone career is finished

You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong

I do not mean to diss you but we simply are the best ones

And you can call him Chubb or you can call me KRS-One

Either way you'll get done, anywhere, any one

Me and lyrics one ton, straighten up and choose one son

In nineteen-ninety-sess, KRS is in his peak'n

You will weaken and collapse like michael at the beat

You talk more ish than a senator

You can't last, just call me enema, cause I'll be in that

Ass-teroid, heaven to merkatroid

I’m that 6l microphone hold in humanoid

Psychological like sigmund freud

But I get annoyed, cause these rappers have no brain

These hardcore rappers crack me up like *******

They got no skill or game

They sound like that commercial that be sayin"ask for minoxonil, with rogaine"

True skills I will explain

The t'cha breaks the campaign down plain

(people always talk about) Complete blowout, Complete blowout (reputation)

Check, complete blowout (reputation)

(people always talk about)

”now I understand what they're talkin about" (reputation)

”now now now now I understand what they're talkin about" (reputation)

“now now now now I understand what they're talkin about"