Verse One:



Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish

Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness

No one is new to this or new to Kris

In hip hop's atomic structure I am the nucleus

That is the center of the group we/us

they/them/you every squad every massive every crew

Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off

The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course

The style that I am kickin is like chicken

It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission

Reviewed in The Source

You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills

That's what you're fishin for, it's lost

I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles

I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single

Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle

God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco



Verse Two:



Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday

Rappers be boo-tay

Goo-fy that's how they crew stay

Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego

We know the steelo, your whole character is foul

Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW

From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low

Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go

Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think

Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank

Others like to bring the shottie to the party

I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body

Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody

check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect

Ahh yeah... so check, UH!



Verse Three:



New types of verbal hip-hop I bring

When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing

I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts

MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks

Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks

you will experience, loss or lack of balance

Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance

All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC

I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three

No video, no you had to be a real live MC

Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin

weak production, let me tell you somethin

Any MC can battle for glory

But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story

Act like you never saw me

Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category