Yo, my man, how bad do you it? You know how many I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring they lyric, but never brought it Scared to get ripped off, cheated, deleted, rejected and Yo, how bad do you it? Fear I got no time for it If you want it, yo there's the your rhyme on it!
This hunger of me's unexplainable, Kris The struggle we put in this box will be put into Birth and ever, these problems is hurtin' Both of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like All I have is my word and my And my fam and my music speaks for all It's the Dominican animal to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that they can challenge you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the days, this earth ain't Ready for my brain, comin' to (word) plus everyone Do you hear me,
listen You grimy and But how long you trust me? You really for this cause or just chasin' the money? I be up in them spots to be hot, so dusty and Nothin' be funny, it's all dark, sunny Can you walk with me? with me? Pop the cork with me? When we in cities, will you rep New York with me? (yeah!) I need and honor Discipline and no How bad you it, poppa? (with all my)
is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the of all By mi gente, yo I go low to like them Washington Heights Niggaz (say yeah!)
After you rap, will you my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you that back? (never) I give the word, yo you bustin' your (whatever) Respect from your crew? They like that? (they better) is no game! Why should I make you popular? You I'm the philosopha How bad do you it? How bad do you it? If you see it, you can it, perceive it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put rhyme on it!
How bad do I it? I'm ready to die like Big A man with blood in my eyes for this doesn't come overnight It's gonna be dark a while until I see (that's right!) is it?
This is no game, why I do it? KRS-One, me and runnin' through it I saw you down the in FedEx You said you had the was comin', like "I Got Next" So we went upstairs, my man hooked it up is KRS-Oneturn my voice up! Wha (wha-,wha-) How bad do you it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you it? How bad do you you can be it? If you doubt, you're out If you believe, you can I got the city on lock, but I'm hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you I'm the teacha Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual the heater You with me? You runnin' with me? In the spirit LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, be steppin' to me ALL the time With the rawest But two weeks later, they to crime If you listenin' to this song, and you to be put on You must be loyal to the cats that made you It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, brother or some other Just remember the days YOU was under! Before the Hummer, before the the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, remember the living water, and who it Now ask yourself, how bad do you it?