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

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

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 from out my
Before you get bust

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

Free flowing and stomping, tip-toeing
Overthrowing the comp, big up
I got more styles the planet got women
I got as many as is many styles of women

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

As my Hydrogen to Helium, I shine
of your lyrics I'm feelin' em, you rhyme
Like you be wearin' an apron
a pot with a name like Mariam

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

But talk too much shit
And back it up with lyric

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 care this year

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

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

my style while I go on with the song
I rock the microphone take it to the streets with the Krylon
Clicka clacka, clacka
a spray can and slap a wack rapper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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