Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the right now I'm seein' a lot of cats into the industry But got the wrong idea Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of comin' into it like
Yo what could the do for me? No What could you to the industry? What could you bring the industry?
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when you're finished you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one that run their Time after time after time time I know what you will say you jump up on the stage But sure you don't say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"
Then we'll have to for you and chop you all up So when you see me in the street just keep your mouth Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new, what?
Everythin' you kid we already did it Everythin' you kid we already spit it This my 15th album, I'm fun wit'chu critics Everythin' you doin kid we did it
If rap was a toilet, I woulda already it sayin', "Kris you shoulda already quit it" But I can't stop, won't stop crazy lyrics 'Cause I, am hip hop, other just try
You wanna sit down and debate every line But tryin' to get into my concert same Spot all up, cops yellin', "Back up, back up" KRS yellin', "Sound man the track up"
We act up the whole a hour straight We rock 30 at least 20 breaks We in demand and you must over stand man We be found man on Billboard or SoundScan
Seek me and you will I be kickin' or spittin' that ill rhyme Until then they can't see me I be In the of every rapper I shine
Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when they're rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one run their rhyme-a Time after after time after time I know what you will say before you jump up on the But make you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit
one of you punk ass rappers Wanna get chewed up seafood platters? Bring your best rhyme, it don't to me You ain't gettin' on tonight by me
The streets won't you man, them guns go blam Have you crawlin' up the wall like You all in the jungle, no Spears like Brittney the coke want Whitney, you still wanna get me
But no, you made for this I put my hand through your chest like Smith I jam like big four-fifths I go off like a glock 9, no safety on
Y'all talk 'bout platinum, I don't need all I got 26 gold and plaques I'll take away rights like the Patriot Act Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well he is kinda whack"
Oh you know what happens after Win or lose, you what happens after Kris They call me Blastmaster I be blastin' Have yo' ass lookin' like Jesus in Passion'