Check, I your mind with one rhyme I speak And get you open like a prostitutes get kicked in they mouth with cleets 'Cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the
a seat quick, I speak or spit flicks on your [Incomprehensible] Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I freak shit properly I can feel myself becoming a monopoly Others will me but repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me with of rocking me it got to be My true is never meant to see I simply use the gifts to me mentally
Yo, word up, get out my face you get bust quickly
That's the hip hop, the hibby, I rip it in a 'Cause I'm gifted like 25th, now let me flip I'm all lyrically syllable growing Even when it's snowing, I'm going
Free and stomping, never tip-toeing the comp, big up Bronx I got more styles than the planet got I got as many as is many styles of women
Don't make me come out on that ass start mental I'm afflictin', actin' ill and sickin' Pickin' the victim at random, em Draggin' them to the and dismantlin' them
As my turns to Helium, I shine None of lyrics I'm feelin' em, you rhyme Like you be wearin' an apron Scrapin' a pot with a name Mariam
But rappers talk too much And can't it up with lyric ya skillz
But rappers too much shit And back it up with lyric
It's for the raw shit, not that on tour shit, that outlaw shit That real hardcore shit, KRS-One runs shit diarrhea Bitin' motherfuckers, hear my and get up outta here I don't care 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 street type shit is what it feel
I be displayin', lyrical styles, I'm saying Lyrical styles from the child Want a pile of ill wildin' on your radio dial? Smile, I been for awhile
Peep my while I go on with the song I rock the then take it to the streets with the Krylon clacka, clicka clacka Take a spray can and slap a wack
Stacks of for videos, I don't have it You're lookin' at the MC with true talent Get your tape recorder kid another classic, turn up the cassette!
All my styles are fantastic and movin' soothin' any urges for booing Ungluing your mouth my private The more the merrier, superior
East Coast, Coast, battles are inferior 'Cause I by myself will take out the whole North We need to expand rap beyond this Set up with England and Japan
World cups for rappers that really shit up for fun Yeah, I I'll get one
But rappers talk too shit And back it up with lyric Build ya
But talk too much shit And can't back it up with Build ya
talk too much shit And can't back it up with Build ya
Rappers too much shit And can't it up with lyric ya skillz