Clap your hands everybody,
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic,
and Premier's on the breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now,
I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY, I won't
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper,
Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer,
The video rapper, you know,
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
bald heads or knotty dread
There once was a story about
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Wanna kick rhymes off the
Now we got white kids callin'
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,
But make sure live you is a dope
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
MC's can only battle with rhymes
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow,
you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word
It might be the fact that they
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, ad mit you bit,
your style is counterfeit
My title you will never get,
I'll send your family my sentiments,
When I rock and shock and hip hop
it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
MC's act like they don't know
Some MC's don't like the KRS, but
'Cause they know this kid gets all
Slappin' and selectin' 'em,
checkin' 'em, disrespectin' 'em
can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines,
When I roll up and rush they
I don't burn, I don't freeze,
Believe they could tangle
Cross your T's and dot your I's
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks,
Comin' around the mountain,
Hopin' your defense mechanism
can divert my heat- seeking lyricism