Phucked Lyrics - Krs One

Yeah 

You know when advice is in your face, you need to heed that 

Word, you need to read that 

You know, I put this lil' joint together real quick 

You know what it's called? It's called 'Now you're fucked' 

That's right, listen 

Wasn't you the type to mimic what you saw on TV? 

Wasn't you the type to mimic what you heard on CD? 

You never wanted to work you wanted everything easy 

You heard KRS and you said, "That's preachy" 

A wise young man says, "Father teach me" 

A foolish young man wants to live life freaky 

Oh yes, Knowledge does Reign Supremely 

When I said it eighty-nine you didn't believe me 

Now you're fucked, that's right 

Now you're fucked, life is over, finished, done 

Now you're fucked, better heed that, read that 

Now you're fucked 

Listen, back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden 

Brooklyn, Kris was a, meta physician 

Lookin' for better ways to live without bein' 

Token, we started our own management and 

Bookin', makin' moves with them live cats on 

Fulton, I can't even 'member all the dough that we 

Took in but you was lookin' down on us 

'Cause platinum never astounded us, so 

Now you're fucked, word, like that 

Now you're fucked, ha, you shoulda heed that, you better 

Now you're fucked, y'all was chasin' the radio, remember that? 

Now you're fucked, what they givin' you back now? 

Back when we was all singin', "Monie in the Middle" 

You wanted to wiggle, jiggle in a tight skirt and giggle 

Even when outside was brittle, you still had on little 

And KRS warned that you'll get played like a fiddle 

Now you havin' cravings for pickles 'cause you pregnant 

And don't know where the dad went 

And you poppin' them drugs like Skittles 

When the baby is born it's little and sick 

But it's no riddle, you was movin' too quick, huh 

Now you're fucked, word, look at this 

Now you're fucked, you shoulda stayed home and read a book 

Now you're fucked, literally, symbolically 

Now you're fucked 

When advice is in your life you need to take it 

'Cause frankly, everybody ain't gonna make it 

Back in the days we, showed 'em the way 

I put it there in the music but you weren't amazed 

You would criticize, debate, and basically hate 

But let it be known I wanted everyone to be great 

But you would diss and not even try to do better 

When we was at the U.N. you said, "Whatever" 

Now you're fucked, word 

Now you're fucked, we movin' ahead, you still in the same spot 

Now you're fucked, 'member all that back talk, all that? 

Now you're fucked, takin' over