right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit,
ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit,
my joint. Run that motherfuck
and get dissed if they ever try to step to
They can't take a MC with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit [butsink no mother
Watch another rap per body get stiff
Just like in church, we pass the basket
as I preach over his casket
Fuck it, kick the body right over
and say "See ya, hmm, nice to know ya"
Got another rapper to see
Yo Kris, bust that ass [certainly]
If you're shiverin' get off the pot
Let the original rapper rock the spot
You stand there and jock,
This is absolutely ludicrous,
step along quick with that stupidness
It's me rippin' this for self,
I got more rhymes than all the
Young boy, you can't see me, run
I was rockin' rhymes when "La-
Admit you been on my tip for years
and just can't seem to let go
tell her you want to battle KRS quick
I bet the minute you get home
you'll get your ass whipped
Crazy ill mad styles is what I give 'em
Not a run- of- the- mill 'em,
I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
None of my styles you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come
get some so I can kill 'em
If I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya
I'll come straight to your rest
Lift up your shirt and blast
A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will
Don't let me have to kill you kid,
Greed will lead your need to succeed
but your speed, your speech
Your outreach is a breach
For lyrical styles you're a leech
If I was Spanish I'd say,
Wow- wow- wow- wow, wow- wow- wow,
Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard
But you're really a bitch,
Check the list: you lack breath control,
Lyrical talent, imagination and flavor
I got no time for amateur rhyme,
Thinkin' you're hard because
you wear a gangsta T- Shirt
I'll smash your want to- be
Black, you'll come up dizzy
sayin' "How da fuck he do dat?"
like you can't be reached
If your name ain't Arrested Development,
Time to ill, I got mad skills to fill
Not a fake, I got more styles than
even if your name is not Jesse
Let's be up front when I meet ya
uh, I'm the motherfuckin' teacher
When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up,
Gal! Will ya come slap dem up, up,
(Do it, do it, do it) (Do it, do it, do