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
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