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Music please, yes, welcome to One's Envy'
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this
It is a 'Relativity Records' product, artist, Fat Joe, my is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring the noise, we can never be toys

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

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

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

The coke connector, sweating with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or haveta inject ya
a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote

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

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

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

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

As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it up
We be the kings of the Boogie
All we do is spark izm and get
MC's like that 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, still got control of the Down
Now how the you sound?
(Yeah)

no army that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon G, you clowns ain't got a 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 down with Kris and no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly chicks on top of me
It's my philosophy, but for now it's in the
Slappin' caps like a ball, hard to my labrador
motherfuckers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these don't want it)

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

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

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

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

Your is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
'Fore I slap you way back in the dayz like
Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cuz get set up
My don't let up, I be dead up in this piece
(Tell 'em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster
For ten years, Fat Joe, on the East