Aiyyo Kris man I'm a lot of movement in the industry right now I'm seein' a lot of cats into the industry But they got the wrong Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' it like
Yo what could the do for me? No What you bring to the industry? What you bring into the industry?
Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new They run, run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one run their rhyme-a Time after time after time time I know what you will say before you jump up on the But make 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 just keep your mouth shut Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what?
Everythin' you doin' kid we did it Everythin' you spittin' kid we already it This my album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics you doin kid we already 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 spittin' lyrics 'Cause I, am hip hop, other just try
You critics wanna sit down and debate line But to get into my concert same time Spot all up, cops yellin', "Back up, back up" KRS yellin', "Sound man turn the up"
We act up the spot a hour straight We 30 classics at least 20 breaks We always in and you must over stand man We be found man on Billboard or SoundScan
Seek me and you find Where I be kickin' or that ill rhyme Until then they can't see me I be In the of every rapper I shine
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new They run, they run, they run, they run, they run lyric through But when finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one that run their Time after after time after time I what you will say before you jump up on the stage But make you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit
one of you punk ass rappers Wanna get chewed up like platters? Bring your best rhyme, it don't to me You ain't gettin' on by battlin' me
The streets won't you man, them guns go blam Have you crawlin' up the wall Spider-Man You all in the jungle, with no 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 Agent I jam like them big I go off like a glock 9, no on Kris
Y'all 'bout platinum, I don't need all that I got 26 gold and platinum take away your rights like the Patriot Act Have your whole thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack"
Oh you know what after this Win or lose, you know what happens Kris They call me Blastmaster 'cause I be yo' ass lookin' like Jesus in 'The Passion'