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
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 climbe
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
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 you
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
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