Yo what's up? This is hip
As the Blastmaster KRS- One
Bringing you 60 minutes of funk
With my man Funkmaster Flex
Me never never never cross
You ain't major you minor
Graff writer, chart climber,
That ass let me get WAY up in it
Now you did it you steppin'
Some type of lyrical chef
But like Coolio said G you
Now you in the party actin' hard
You need to be home asleep so you can
Wake up early and get a job
Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin'
MC's today are too pretty
I represent the city where it's gritty
Just try me if you're serious
Who's your trainer I'll smash
Hit the toggle switch back to
You ain't wild I heard this kid
In Brooklyn do the same style
And with that biddy bye bye follow me
Massive you don't wanna go
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead
Who's to blame when your lyrics
No octane just can't play the
Game quite the same i'm in the passing
I heard you trying to damage my name
You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for?
Strickly the motherfuckin'
And dominate the microphone
I'm writtin' for the people bite
You saw an MC and tried to be dat
True lyrics will always suffice?
Is the true essence and ebony
Trace your record sales G
Somethings are pure luck others things
Are meant to be i bet they'll mention me
"KRS- One innovator in early rap poetry"
While in the year 2000 'Criminal
Minded' will STILL be rockin'
You waste your time battlin' me
You should of thought sooner
Instead of battlin' me you need
Before you die broke like
The solar followed by the lunar
Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola
Whatever the outcome of the battle
The battle goes on with more
Battlin' me ain't worth it just to
You'll still be rippin' parties, no
I'll still be rippin' parties
So all you teeny weeny iddy
Bitty yellow polka dot MCs
I travel the world while you
You iddy bitty teeny weeny
Trapped inside your city (ha ha)
Turn off your mic you got
So back up from my yard move
You name ain't Funkmaster so