Check, I control your with one rhyme I speak And get you open like a buttcheeks Rapper get kicked in mouth with cleets 'Cause they're speech to reach beyond the beach
Have a seat quick, I speak or flicks on your [Incomprehensible] Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit I can feel becoming a lyric monopoly will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me with of rocking me it got to be My identity is never meant to see I simply use the sent to me mentally
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 lyrically syllable growing Even it's snowing, I'm party going
Free flowing and stomping, tip-toeing the comp, big up Bronx I got more styles than the got women I got as rhymes as is many styles of women
Don't make me come out on that ass flippin' Your I'm afflictin', actin' ill and sickin' the victim at random, slammin' em Draggin' them to the and dismantlin' them
As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I of your lyrics I'm feelin' 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 ya skillz
But talk too much shit And back it up with lyric
time 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 and get up outta here I don't this year
Alot of albums is wack year "Will KRS bring it?" Ahh Thanks for the invite, it's about to get hype That straight up raw street type shit is what it like
I will be displayin', styles, I'm saying Lyrical styles from the child Want a of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? Smile, I been for awhile
Peep my style I go on with the song I rock the microphone then take it to the with the Krylon clacka, clicka clacka Take a spray can and a wack rapper
Stacks of for videos, I don't have it You're lookin' at the last MC with true Get your recorder fast kid Boombastic another classic, up the cassette!
All my are lyrically fantastic and movin' While soothin' any for booing Ungluing your from my private The more the merrier, superior
East Coast, Coast, battles are inferior I by myself will take out the whole North America We need to expand rap beyond land Set up competitions with and Japan
World cups for rappers really fuck shit up for fun Yeah, I I'll get one
But rappers too much shit And back it up with lyric ya skillz
But talk too much shit And can't it up with lyric ya skillz
Rappers talk too much And back it up with lyric ya skillz
Rappers talk too shit And can't back it up lyric ya skillz