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Kool Moe Dee Knowledge Is King

of the prophets The wicked can rule ya but the knowledge can stop it Souls can't be controlled, it's a spiritual thing But you got the knowledge, knowledge is king Knowledge is king

that I'll go to the butcher store Cause I'm choosy about what I eat The body is a mere appetizer And the mind is the real main course The personality is

't capture Moe Dee's rapture After I got ya I have to slap ya Senseless with Endless rhymes don't pretned this Is anything short of stupendous And when this rhyme is

imitate the pumpin' Only the strongest Can last the longest I last My reign is the longest In hip-hop history Check the book Victory after victory Man look Rappin' is a science The mic is

Confliction make Black men Say it had to end It won't happen again Pump your fist [x3] Can you hear me Hittin' home Knowledge Is the danger zone Liars

The man with the money So they wanna get with The microphone master And ride shotgun So people can see ya And think I got one No sorry nothin's happenin' Moe Dee