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

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

Shocking me with of rocking me
it got to be
My true is never meant to see
I use the gifts 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 knowing syllable growing
when it's snowing, I'm party going

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

Don't make me come out on ass start flippin'
Your 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 an apron
Scrapin' a pot with a name Mariam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my styles are lyrically fantastic and
While soothin' any for booing
your mouth from my private
The more the merrier, syllable

East Coast, West Coast, are inferior
I by myself will take out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond land
Set up competitions with England and

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

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

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

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

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