Verse One: KRS One



Check I control your mind with one rhyme I speak

And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks

Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets

cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach

Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ???

Time to complete shit no weak shit I mean freak shit properly

I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly

Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily

Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me

Insanity it got to be

My true idenity is never meant to see

I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally



[Busta Rhymes]

Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!



Verse two: KRS-One



Thats the hip hop, the hibby

I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted

Like December 25th

Now let me flip

I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing

Even when it's snowing I'm party going

Free flowing and stomping!

Never tip-toeing

Overthrowing the comp

Big up Bronx!

I got more styles than the planet got women

I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women

Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin'

Your mental I'm afflictin'

Actin' ill and sickin'

Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' ‘em

Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them

As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine!

None of your lyrics I'm feelin' ‘em

You rhyme

Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam



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But rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skills



It's time for the raw shit

Not that on tour shit

That real hardcore shit

KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea

Bitin' motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here!

I don't care this year

Alot of albums is wak this year

"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!

Thanks for the invite

It's just about to get hype

That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like

I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying

Lyrical styles from the miracle child

Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial?

Smile

I been here for awhile

Peep my style while I go on with the song

I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon

clicka clacka! clicka clacka!

Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper!

Stacks of money for videos I don't have it

You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent

Get your tape recorder fast kid

Boombastic another classic

Turn up the cassette!

All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin'

While soothin' any urges for booing

Ungluing your mouth from my private

The more the merrier

Syllable superior

East coast- West Coast battles are inferior

Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America

We need to expand rap beyond this land

Set up competitions with England and Japan

World cups for rappers that really fuck shit for fun

....Yeah I know I'll get one



Chorus