Tellin' it it is, right about now D.J. Premier Is in the house and shit Ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo, yo Kris, run that Ya know I'm sayin'? That, that shit, my joint Run motherfucker, it's only right kid
(Do it, do, do, do it) Drop that bass line, you want We ya lyrics, check it out now, one time (Do it, do, do, do it)
When we come in all de 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy Gal, will ya slap them up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy Ill will, them up
MC's get ate, get broken a pretzel And get dissed if ever try to step to They can't take a MC loose lips Talk a lotta shit but sink no motherfuckin'
Lyrics bigger holes than hollow tips Watch another rapper get stiff Just like in church, we pass the As I preach over his
Fuck it, kick the right over And say, "See ya, hmm, nice to ya" Got another to see Yo Kris, bust ass certainly
If you're get off the pot Let the rapper rock the spot You stand there and jock, is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to Kris
Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that It's me rippin' this for self, where ya lookin'? I got rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad
Young boy, you can't see me, run and make pee-pee I was rhymes when 'La-Di-Da-Di' was a demo Admit you been on my tip for and just can't seem to let go Go, go your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS quick I bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass
Crazy ill mad is what I give 'em Not a run of the mill 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous None of my you can get with 'em Still um, um, your crew come get some so I can kill 'em
Well, I roll by myself but don't let it ya If I got beef my crew'll step to ya We play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and you in your chest, well, that was fresh
A fad fill the bill, but mad skills will Don't let me have to kill you kid, God forbid will lead your need to succeed But your speed, your
Your outreach is a breach of what I For lyrical styles you're a If I was Spanish I'd say, "You lie a beech" Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Wow, for a amateur you really hard But you're really a bitch, when you get it Call me, here's my Check the list, you lack breath control, behavior Lyrical talent, and flavor
I got no time for rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash wanna-be ass in the deep dirt Black, you'll up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"
you're yappin' like you can't be reached If your ain't Arrested Development, save your speech Time to ill, I got mad skills to Not a fake, I got more styles Drake's got Tasty Cakes
Gotta be the Gee, don't try to test me You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not be up front when I meet ya Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin'
When we come in all de 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy Gal, will ya come slap up we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy Gal, will ya come slap up
Do it, do, do, do it Yo Bronx, South South Bronx South Bronx, South yo, Uptown Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Island What about Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it