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

Yes, I am the ultimate, uttering for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you with
You can't see this with bifocals cause 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 rolling hard like God for the squad
Packin' them bitch, where that money be at?

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

The connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma inject ya
With a of this lyrical dope shit
Fake and wannabe's best to quote this

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

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

So what punk, you battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is 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 you're feeling lucky duck, then your luck
Up, up, up and 'cuz I don't play clown
If feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Buck, buck, buck take that witcha on the way

As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it up
We be the kings of the Boogie
All we do is izm and get cash
MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz
(Bo, bo, bo, bo)

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

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

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

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

Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you worthy
My style is too curvy, what you me
But your flimsy ass will go home the battle and find I'm your boss
With KRS-One up in memory

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

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

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