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