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Check, I control your mind one rhyme I speak
And get you open a prostitutes buttcheeks
Rapper get kicked in they mouth with
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 properly
I can myself becoming a lyric monopoly
Others will copy me but repeat my shit

me with inclinations of rocking me
it got to be
My true identity is meant to see
I simply use the sent to me mentally

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

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

Free and stomping, never tip-toeing
Overthrowing the comp, big up
I got styles than the planet got women
I got as many as is many styles of women

Don't make me come out on ass start flippin'
Your mental I'm afflictin', actin' ill and
Pickin' the at random, slammin' em
Draggin' them to the stage and them

As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I
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 can't back it up lyric
ya skillz

But rappers too much shit
And can't back it up lyric

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

Alot of albums is wack this
"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh
Thanks for the invite, it's just to get hype
That straight up raw street type shit is it feel like

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

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

Stacks of for videos, I don't have it
You're lookin' at the last MC with talent
Get your tape recorder kid
Boombastic classic, turn up the cassette!

All my are lyrically fantastic and movin'
soothin' any urges for booing
Ungluing your mouth my private
The the merrier, syllable superior

East Coast, Coast, battles are inferior
'Cause I by myself take out the whole North America
We to expand rap beyond this land
Set up with England and Japan

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

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

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

Rappers talk too much
And back it up with lyric
ya skillz

Rappers too much shit
And can't back it up with
ya skillz