Some fear de 'matic
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 Some fear de 'matic  yes de automatic
 Disrespect  from MC's  me nah go have it
 De automatic  get de automatic
 Tonight a rapper gwan die

 Crazy MC's waste they time chasin millions
 While KRS One  holds the minds of the children
 I'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty four thousand
 Chosen few heads up in project housin
 A true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the center
 I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
 If rappers are ridin beats like cars, I'm bendin mad fenders
 Put down your mic and surrender
 Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
 Kickin Edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
 Save it friend before your chest I cave it in
 I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin Harley Davidson
 How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
 It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
 Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
 For starters, I come at you poetically harder

 De automatic, get de automatic
 Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
 De automatic, get de automatic
 Tonight a rapper gwan die

 Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
 When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
 (Word) KRS-One will fuck up parties dramatically
 My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
 When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark
 I was sleepin out in Prospect Park
 Eatin one meal every 48 hours
 Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
 Don't you realize, that I'm all about survival
 I got only friends cause I KILLED all my rivals
 Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles
 From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle

 De automatic, get de automatic
 Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
 De automatic, get de automatic
 Tonight a rapper gwan die

 I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wilderness
 I'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin this
 I wrote over 100 rap hooks
 and sociological books, while you worried about your looks
 Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
 But I've got the live club show locked down
 Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena
 You gots to keep it real on the mic, when they see ya
 I manifest, in the West the East and overseas
 The vision in rap is wack, and I don't know of these
 I represent New York to be specific
 The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted
 I grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
 Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
 I start from eighty-six, and bring you into ninety-six
 No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics

 De automatic, get de automatic
 Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
 De automatic, get de automatic
 Tonight a rapper gwan die

 [Fat Joe]
 Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe
 Representin the motherfuckin South Bronx
 With my nigga Kris, knockin off frauds
 Motherfuckers wanna do what?
 Big shout out to my nigga Kenny Parker
 Ill Will, BDP crew for life nigga
 Naughty Gotto, the Big French productions
 Of course the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
 The T.S. crew, and the whole Godsville
 South Bronx represent nigga, uhh

 The South Bronx, the South South Bronx
 South Bronx, the South South Bronx
 Yeah! Uhh