Intro:



So in the clubs I get (mad)

On the mic I get (mad)

On the beats I get (mad)

Yo



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I got the

(Mad mad crew up in the house)

I'm wit the

I be chillin' wit the

I'm rollin' wit the



Verse One:



See this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this

Wack underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris

They watchin' too much television and they rocka

This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me

Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me

But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' NOTHIN'

You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me

Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie

You're rated PG

Again I win when I begin

I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend

I don't bend

I ravage and damage

I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses

Hot flashes, your style's with trash's

Stay out of my classes, PUNK

Stay out of my classes - yo



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Verse Two:



Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star

I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar

So here's a quick freestyle to my target:

My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!

'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it

Then break your legs if you try to chart it

I got heart, it

Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it

Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me

Use caution

I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often

You probably don't know this:

I give birth to MCs

And I also give abortions

I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper

And I'm that _hungry_ motherfucker!

You don't wanna be on the menu!

I'll end you, twist you up and bend you

Like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco

No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow

That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble

Me are number one of me there is no double!

And you don't want no trouble

'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double



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Verse Three:



Check

Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing

KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting

Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one

All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup

Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up

But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up

This ain't no game upon the mic

Me bring the noise to you like Chuck



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Kid Capri got the

Gang Starr got the

Ill Will got the

Flavor Unit got the