[KRS-One:]

They slippin Duke



You slippin Duke, you trippin Duke

Rememeber you still livin in a corporate chicken coop

With a hundred other chickens yellin get that loot

Makin a hundred other chickens tryin to spit what's cute

But KRS spits the fruit

My words are not hollow, I'll lead you out the chicken suit

You slippin Duke, I got proof, spit truth in the club

So the colleges man, we get so loose

What's the use, you slippin Duke, how America great

when Iraq, had no nukes, now OOPS

Whatever happened to samples and loops?

The same thing that happened to organs and flutes, and real artists

Thank God for The Roots, the soldier that's home with his family

Support for the troops yeah, now let's start this

I've taught many groups, been through many suits

Teachin new recruits that can't take it back to hula hoops

I know we're on mute, stand up straight

I'm like Skywalker without the loot, you slippin Duke



[scratch:] "At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker"



[KRS-One:]

YEAHH!

Talk your talk, degrade my character

Your remarks are amateur, the future laughs at ya

I got much stamina, and I know my facts

I am hip-hop, I don't speak for blacks

I speak for hip-hop's preservation, and only that

Peace love unity, I'm known for that

What's your hassle with me man, no man is ownin me

You just mad cause I lead hip-hop globally

Your hassle is that, I'm an international cat

You know in any debate, I'm smashin your crap

When it comes to hip-hop, you behind

Cause I've been organizin this politically since 1989

I stay selective, the objective peace of mind

I am hip-hop and so are you don't be so blind

Use the key next time, you know my roots

But listen dog you slippin Duke!



[scratch:] "You wanna hear a fresh rhyme, you'll come to the source"

[scratch:] "Stamp BDP on your head then you're off"

[scratch:] "At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker"

[scratch:] "Do not attempt to diss cause you're soft"