Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish
 Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
 No one is new to this or new to Kris
 In hip hop's atomic structure  I am the nucleus
 That is the center of the group we/us
 they/them/you  every squad every massive every crew
 Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
 The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
 The style that I am kickin is like chicken
 It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
 Reviewed in The Source
 You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills
 That's what you're fishin for, it's lost
 I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles
 I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single
 Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
 God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco

 Verse Two:

 Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
 Rappers be boo-tay
 Goo-fy that's how they crew stay
 Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
 We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
 Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
 From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
 Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go
 Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
 Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
 Others like to bring the shottie to the party
 I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
 Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
 check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
 Ahh yeah... so check, UH!

 Verse Three:

 New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
 When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
 I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
 MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
 Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
 you will experience, loss or lack of balance
 Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
 All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC
 I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three
 No video, no you had to be a real live MC
 Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
 weak production, let me tell you somethin
 Any MC can battle for glory
 But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story
 Act like you never saw me
 Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category