Reputation Lyrics - Chubb Rock

[krs-one] 

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 whassup 

Chubb rock, krs-one, get 'cha mind blown 

Now we gon' talk about.. {reputation!} 

.. your reputation 

(it's about to blow.. shit's about to blow big) 

Reputation {reputation!} 

(mental countdown) {reputation!} 

Lyrical skills we bring for the nation 

(we have liftoff) chubb rock come down! 

[chubb rock] 

I am the big time figure, the bass drum hitter 

The I am what I am rogueish nigga 

A flow like lava, to heat up the chatta 

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

I oughta, joe cocker 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 me-tal 

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 

[krs-one] 

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! 

[chubb rock] 

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

Platinum lp's, the subject 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 dope since I was sperm 

Sellin records, but of course with no return 

On the mic you know I burn baby {*inhales*} 

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 nuff z's, tryin to get a rep 

[krs-one] 

If you thinkin 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 (? ) 

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 holdin humanoid 

Psychological like sigmund freud 

But I get annoyed, cause these rappers have no brain 

These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine 

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 I understand what they're talkin about" {reputation!} 

"now I understand what they're talkin about"