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Check, I control your mind one rhyme I speak
And get you open like a prostitutes
Rapper get kicked in mouth with cleets
'Cause they're refuses to reach beyond the beach

Have a seat quick, I speak or spit flicks on [Incomprehensible]
Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit
I can feel myself becoming a monopoly
Others will copy me but repeat my shit

me with inclinations of rocking me
it got to be
My true is never meant to see
I simply use the gifts sent to me

Yo, word up, get out my face
Before you get quickly

the hip hop, the hibby, I rip it in a minute
'Cause I'm gifted December 25th, now let me flip
I'm all knowing syllable growing
Even it's snowing, I'm party going

Free flowing and stomping, never
the comp, big up Bronx
I got more styles the planet got women
I got as rhymes as is many styles of women

Don't make me out on that ass start flippin'
mental I'm afflictin', actin' ill and sickin'
Pickin' the victim at random, em
them to the stage and dismantlin' them

As my Hydrogen to Helium, I shine
None of your lyrics I'm feelin' em, you
Like you should be wearin' an
a pot with a name like Mariam

But rappers talk too shit
And back it up with lyric
ya skillz

But rappers talk too much
And can't back it up with

It's time for the raw shit, not that on tour shit, that outlaw
That real shit, KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea
Bitin' motherfuckers, hear my shit and get up outta
I care this year

Alot of is wack this year
"Will KRS it?" Ahh yeah
Thanks for the invite, just about to get hype
straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like

I be displayin', lyrical styles, I'm saying
Lyrical from the miracle child
Want a of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial?
Smile, I been here for

Peep my style while I go on the song
I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon
clacka, clicka clacka
Take a spray can and slap a rapper

Stacks of money for videos, I have it
You're lookin' at the last MC true talent
Get your tape recorder kid
Boombastic classic, turn up the cassette!

All my styles are fantastic and movin'
soothin' any urges for booing
Ungluing mouth from my private
The more the merrier, syllable

Coast, West Coast, battles are inferior
'Cause I by myself will take out the North America
We need to rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England and

World for rappers that really fuck shit up for fun
Yeah, I know get one

But talk too much shit
And can't it up with lyric
Build ya

But rappers talk too much
And back it up with lyric
ya skillz

Rappers talk too shit
And can't back it up lyric
Build ya

talk too much shit
And can't back it up with
Build ya