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