Intro



Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes

Cos i'm krs and i'm on the mic, and premier's on the breaks



Verse 1



If you don't know me by now i doubt you'll ever know me

I never won a grammy, i won't win a tony

But i'm not the only mc keepin' it real

When i grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "illlll!"

Check the time as i rhyme, it's 1995

Whenever i arrive the party gets liver

Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind

The video rapper, you know, the chart climber

Clapper, down goes another rapper

Onto another matter, punch up the data, blastmaster

Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody

Call up krs, i'm guaranteed to rip a party

Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread

There once was a story about a man named jed

But now jed is dead, all his kids instead

Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head

Word, what go around come around i figure

Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas

The tables turned as the crosses burned

Remember you must learn

About the styles i flip and how wild i get

I go on like a space age rocket ship

You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player

But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer



Verse 2



This is what you waited all year for

The hardcore, that's what krs is here for

Big up grand wizard theodore, gettin' ill

If you see then ya saw i'm in your grill with mad skill

Mc's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines

Let's battle to see who headlines

Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show

Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know

Too many mc's take that word 'emcee' lightly

They can't move a crowd, not even slightly

It might be the fact that they express wackness

Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest

I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit

Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit

Now tone it down a bit

My title you will never get, i'm too intelligent

I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic

When i rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, i knock it

It split quick from the lyric

Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it



Verse 3



Some mc's don't like the krs but they must respect him

Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum

Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em

Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em

Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?

I design rhyme and get mine all the time

Mc's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'

When i roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'

I don't burn, i don't freeze, yet some mc's

Believe they could tangle with the likes of these

Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever i arrive

Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide

You dope, you lied, i reside like artefacts

On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified

Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide

Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism

As i spark mad iszm

The 1996 lyrical style's what i give 'em


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