MC's Act Like They Don't Know KRS-One

[00:00.55] Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
[00:04.59] Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks
[00:20.25] If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
[00:34.13] I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
[00:37.13] But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
[00:39.78] When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill"
[00:42.95] Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
[00:45.55] Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
[00:47.98] Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behind
[00:50.53] The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
[00:53.22] Clapper, down goes another rapper
[00:55.61] Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
[00:58.24] Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
[01:01.16] Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
[01:03.83] Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
[01:06.43] There once was a story about a man named Jed
[01:08.83] But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
[01:11.41] Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
[01:14.37] Word, what go around come around I figure
[01:16.73] Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
[01:19.44] The tables turned as the crosses burned
[01:22.33] Remember You Must Learn
[01:24.98] About the styles I flip and how wild I get
[01:27.36] I go on like a space age rocket ship
[01:29.10] You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
[01:32.84] But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
[01:35.60] This is what you waited all year for
[01:59.08] The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
[02:01.99] Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
[02:04.39] If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
[02:07.80] MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
[02:10.74] Let's battle to see who headlines
[02:13.07] Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
[02:15.76] Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
[02:18.36] Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
[02:20.72] They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
[02:23.45] It might be the fact that they express wackness
[02:27.12] Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
[02:28.98] I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
[02:31.32] Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
[02:34.45] Now tone it down a bit
[02:36.69] My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
[02:38.93] I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
[02:41.69] When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
[02:44.75] It split quick from the lyric
[02:47.47] Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
[02:50.31] Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
[03:13.99] Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
[03:16.37] Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
[03:19.60] Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
[03:22.11] Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine
[03:24.51] I design rhyme and get mine all the time
[03:27.12] MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
[03:29.60] When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitchin'
[03:32.46] I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
[03:35.32] Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
[03:37.73] Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
[03:40.16] Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
[03:42.71] You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
[03:46.22] On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
[03:48.54] Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
[03:51.41] Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
[03:54.15] As I spark mad izm
[03:56.22] The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em
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