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It is a Records' product, artist, Fat Joe, my name is KRS-One
And of we're gonna bring the noise, 'cause we can never be toys

Yes, I am the ultimate, uttering for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't who you fuckin' with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck Sonny Bono

Or Ono, but KRS, oh, no, no
You might think you a ROTC, but I don't give a though
I'm rolling hard like God for the black
Packin' them poppers bitch, that money be at?

Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga
Which borough, is the
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin'

The coke connector, sweating with reflectors
get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
With a slab of this dope shit
MC's and wannabe's best to quote this

Fat Joe the true and living will
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx
I fail? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin' bodies, while niggaz fantasize about it

True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can me
In my face screaming, "We're not worthy"
Youse a has been, actually you ain't
I be touring, while you be home

So what punk, you battle in a second
the bottom line, is where's your hit record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, your witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my has got to be syphillis

If feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I play clown
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press luck
Buck, buck, buck take that on the way down

As we proceed to lock it down, get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie
All we do is izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's like warden up in Alcatraz
(Bo, bo, bo, bo)

It's Fat Joe, yo, you my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin' on a kilo
Sendin' niggaz outta town, got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you
(Yeah)

Ain't no army that could me or bomb me
C'mon G, you clowns got a fucking thing on me
I'm like white linen
(Tell 'em)
rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning

I'm with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
It's my philosophy, but for now in the corridor
Slappin' like a ball, hittin' hard to my labrador
These motherfuckers want it
(Word to Joe, these niggaz don't want it)

If you're feeling lucky duck, press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play
If you're feeling lucky duck, then your luck
Buck, buck, buck, take that witcha on the way

Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't
My style is too curvy, what you me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm boss
With KRS-One up in memory

I your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti, the Don, but you're just another mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher Leather

The only you got, such an extensive rap collection
'Cuz most of your rap are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin', what you say
When skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?

Your file is dead, to the rap God in bed
'Fore I you way back in the dayz like Ahmad
Don't get me fed up or vexed up you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in piece
(Tell 'em)
Recognize it's KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, on the East