So in the clubs I get (mad)
 On the mic I get (mad)
 On the beats I get (mad)
 Yo

 Chorus:

 I got the
 (Mad  mad crew up in the house)
 I'm wit the
 I be chillin' wit the
 I'm rollin' wit the

 Verse One:

 See  this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
 Wack  underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris
 They watchin' too much television and they rocka
 This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka
 I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me
 Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me
 But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' NOTHIN'
 You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"
 I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
 Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
 You're rated PG
 Again I win when I begin
 I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend
 I don't bend
 I ravage and damage
 I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses
 Hot flashes, your style's with trash's
 Stay out of my classes, PUNK
 Stay out of my classes - yo

 Chorus:


 Verse Two:

 Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
 I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
 So here's a quick freestyle to my target:
 My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!
 'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it
 Then break your legs if you try to chart it
 I got heart, it
 Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it
 Some MCs can't rock for five minutes
 Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
 Use caution
 I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
 You probably don't know this:
 I give birth to MCs
 And I also give abortions
 I'll do a number to your body structure
 You look like supper
 And I'm that _hungry_ motherfucker!
 You don't wanna be on the menu!
 I'll end you, twist you up and bend you
 Like Gestapo
 Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
 No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
 That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble
 Me are number one of me there is no double!
 And you don't want no trouble
 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Check
 Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
 KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting
 Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one
 All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up
 We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
 Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up
 But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
 This ain't no game upon the mic
 Me bring the noise to you like Chuck

 Chorus:

 Kid Capri got the
 Gang Starr got the
 Ill Will got the
 Flavor Unit got the