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