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

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

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

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

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 it's snowing, I'm party going

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peep my style while I go on with the
I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon
Clicka clacka, 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 with talent
Get your recorder fast kid
Boombastic classic, turn up the cassette!

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

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

World cups for rappers that 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 talk too much shit
And can't back it up lyric
Build ya

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

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