Clear ’Em Out

[KRS-One] Uh! Domingo

[Tonedeff] Domingo y'all

[KRS-One] Uh! Tonedeff

[Tonedeff] It's Tonedeff y'all

[KRS-One] Whoo!

[Tonedeff] Yeah (WITH K-R-S)

[KRS-One] Word Up

[Tonedeff] And it goes like this

[KRS-One] Here We Go

[Hook x4]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no clout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

I am the incarnation of what you do

When you try to forget Kris, I try to forget you

You tired of me saying what's real hip hop

Well I'm tired of you biting my shit to go pop

This is why we need hip hop history

Cause if we had it, you knew you shouldn't get with me

I'm free, I don't need MTV

I could smash your click like 1-2-3

You think I care if you plat-in-um

Where I come from, we be slappin' em' uh

Sales dont make you the authority

It only means you sold out to the white majority

What you know about seniority you ain't major

Ya whole album appeals to little second graders

Grow up already, before I slap that hiny

And put you out of work like Tavis Smiley

I got that razor tongue

You be on the ground with paramedics saying "We can't save this one!"

I stay alert like red, you keep sucking me uh cause you think I'm ahead

But you ain't street soldier, I'll take one of ya members

Cut off his head and send it to Lisa Evers

We will be here for ever and ever and ever

While you'll be over by next September

[Hook x2]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no clout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[Verse 2: Tonedeff]

We got a million DMX's, a thousand Jay-Z's

A hundred Eminem's and two million Master P's

But I think for drastically, cause Tonedeff always flow with originality

That's the way it has to be

And if you patchin' me for the first or the third time

And even if you search wide for new styles, you still ain't never heard mine

With the thrust of a turbine, I blur by

Most of y'all niggas can't really get with me, but I know your girl sure try

But that's alright, cause you probably prefer guys to fur pie

That's why your shorty turned bi, she like that silky stir fry

With her skirt hiked to an absurd height

She by the curb like, "Don't swerve alright"

If you got the wood she got the termites

It's Tonedeff, the vocalism more tread than a dirt bike

Cats be like, "Damn, your tongue is rough; yo that hurts, right?"

I blurt my explanation on my worst night, last heard that twelve mics

Thought I was siamese cause you got served twice

I don't want to hear about your perp life

Forced to record CBS just to remember what it's like to survive

You hypocritical types a pitiful willin' to serve lies

To reserve ice, but need to work for Adidas to earn stripes

My first strike, leave you with burned eyes all for the turn-pike

And man be looking for you surfside armed with a searchlight

Most cats that use the term nice never been in a word fight

Don't think you just observe for return price? Well your church might!

[Hook x2]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no clout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[Verse 3: KRS-One]

See I could care less if you carry a gat

You're a liar brothers getting locked for that

All that Olympic-sized pool, you could drown in that

I'm a true school cat and I'm proud of that

You could see me decked out in a gown and cap

While you killin' our people with a pound of crack

What you think, playa? You ain't going down for that?

Your lyrics prove you ain't looking out in fact

You a traitor and the worst kind at that

In the future your kids gonna account for that

We will never stop spittin' the facts no trouble

He forgot about the struggle, I'm bringing it back

I ain't mad or angry or any of that

All I know is my people died so I could rap

And what we do when we spit nigga, bitch, ho, dick

We need to switch that to my brother, my sister quick

[Hook x4]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no clout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out