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Check, I your mind with one rhyme I speak
And get you open like a prostitutes
Rapper get kicked in they mouth cleets
they're speech 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 freak shit properly
I can feel myself becoming a monopoly
Others will copy me but my shit sloppily

Shocking me with inclinations of me
it got to be
My identity is never meant to see
I simply use the gifts to me mentally

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stacks of money for videos, I don't it
You're lookin' at the last MC true talent
Get your recorder fast kid
another classic, turn up the cassette!

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

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

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

But rappers too much shit
And back it up with lyric
Build ya

But rappers talk too shit
And can't it up with lyric
ya skillz

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

Rappers too much shit
And back it up with lyric
Build ya