| (feat. Busta Rhymes) | |
| Verse One: KRS-One | |
| Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak | |
| And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks | |
| Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets | |
| cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach | |
| Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ??? | |
| Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit properly | |
| I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly | |
| Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily | |
| Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me | |
| Insanity it got to be | |
| My true idenity is never meant to see | |
| I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally | |
| [Busta Rhymes] | |
| Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly! | |
| Verse two: KRS-One | |
| Thats the hip hop, the hibby | |
| I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted | |
| Like December 25th | |
| Now let me flip | |
| I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing | |
| Even when it's snowing I'm party going | |
| Free flowing and stomping! | |
| Never tip-toeing | |
| Overthrowing the comp | |
| Big up Bronx! | |
| I got more styles than the planet got women | |
| I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women | |
| Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin' | |
| Your mental I'm afflictin' | |
| Actin' ill and sickin' | |
| Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em | |
| Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them | |
| As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine! | |
| None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em | |
| You rhyme | |
| Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam | |
| Chorus: | |
| But rappers talk too much shit | |
| And can't back it up with lyrics | |
| Build ya skills | |
| It's time for the raw shit | |
| Not that on tour shit | |
| That real hardcore shit | |
| KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea | |
| Bitin' mother****ers hear my shit and get up outta here! | |
| I don't care this year | |
| Alot of albums is wak this year | |
| "Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah! | |
| Thanks for the invite | |
| It's just about to get hype | |
| That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like | |
| I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying | |
| Lyrical styles from the miracle child | |
| Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? | |
| Smile | |
| I been here for awhile | |
| Peep my style while I go on with the song | |
| I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon | |
| clicka clacka! clicka clacka! | |
| Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper! | |
| Stacks of money for videos I don't have it | |
| You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent | |
| Get your tape recorder fast kid | |
| Boombastic another classic | |
| Turn up the cassette! | |
| All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin' | |
| While soothin' any urges for booing | |
| Ungluing your mouth from my private | |
| The more the merrier | |
| Syllable superior | |
| East coast- West Coast battles are inferior | |
| Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America | |
| We need to expand rap beyond this land | |
| Set up competitions with England and Japan | |
| World cups for rappers that really **** shit for fun | |
| ....Yeah I know I'll get one | |
| Chorus |
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