Robot - KRS-One, Buckshot

Yeah, we got another one, Buck

We got another one like a robot

Yo, Drew, waddup, man?

Let’s go

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Seems like you can’t sing or rap these days

Without auto-tune in the back these days

Well, fuck that, I got somethin' to say

With brown blunts, green weed and the smoke is gray

See, the best to do it was Roger Troutman

Nah shorty, T-Pain didn’t come out then

I was about ten, had striped Adidas

Raised from the back in the days, all types of leaders

Now, I’m like dang, they sound the same

Buck voice is original, he authored reigns

Dr. J, Barry White, whoa

Or Barry Manilow, the flow like dag, he nice

So, keep that original flow

That Bucktown, Duck Down, that shit you know

And I don’t flip no O’s

2000 and right now when I spit they know

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

This ain’t a dis to nobody’s art

'Cause Afrika Bambaataa really gave it a start

You go back in the history of rap man

And you’ll see classic jams like Planet Rock and Pac Jam

Go online, look up craft work

Everything we doin' is past work

We already wore that hat, those pants and that shirt

So do you man if that works

But we really here to talk about all the copies

'Cause when it comes to hip-hop, we the orthodoxy

Cats poorly copy, copy sloppy

In that section, young people should not be

There used to be a time when you were writing your rhyme

You observed the rule of no bitin'

No imitatin', no hate and no fakin'

We started breakin', so we could stop fightin'

Get enlightened, I battle you, you battle me

The crowd judges the originality

It’s not about a salary

It’s all about describing the reality that’s grabbin' me accurately

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

I can’t rap, pass me the program

I can’t sing, pass me the program

It’s so sad to me

KRIS, tell 'em more why it’s like a factory, actually

Hip-hop is the new urban faculty

A function of collective mental anatomy

You cats got it backwards, you say real is wack

And the fake shit, that’s good

Well, keep on fakin', we’ll just keep makin'

Joints like these to keep the spot shakin'

Buckshot, KRS

We F-R-E-S-H, fresh

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing

Everybody do their thing like a motherfuckin' robot

When the show stop, whatcha know about?

How to go about this?

Come on

Like a robot