[KRS-One] (Grab the mic, plug it in and begin)



[VERSE 1]

Well, here's another track, backtrack for a second

I reckon I be breakin this, you can pump your fist

I'm not a pacifist or a pugilist, more like a preservist

Dopest on the present list

I'm scoopin up, swoopin up skins in a car

Then the skins stick to me like a booger in a honey jar

I got a stack of these in a knapsack

Give a drum a trunk, I drive a Mac

Blackjack 21, I'm whippin out the dealer

Not a Wheel watcher, I'm a big booty feeler

Drabble, dribble, flipple, zipple, down

Below from shore to shore



[CHORUS x2]

Cause I'm

Thinkin of a master plan

Thinkin of a master plan

I'm thinkin of a master plan

Cause ain't nothin but sweat inside my hand



[VERSE 2]

Hush everybody, hush, papa's on the mic-type

Rollin with the lyrics, put the crowd in a spotlight

_Three The Hard Way_ wrapped up in one

Bad apple drinkin Snapple, snap, crackle, tackle

Tracks like Jason with an axe, givin 40 whacks

To the wack suckers who are skillless, I'm illest

On the microphone I'm sayin let's get it on

To the break of dawn, to the break of dawn

Herb go away, I'm no good for the this scene, you're cold blockin

While I was on the microphone cold rockin

Girl, hold on to your stockings I'm sure

I got a Dawn in every state, from shore to shore



[CHORUS]



[x2]

(Fat raps, funky fat track)

(Fat raps, funky fat track)

(Fat raps, funky fat track)

(Hoo-ha, how ya like me now)



[VERSE 3]

_Mission Impossible_ impossible

Cause everything's possible, nothing's impossible

Gotta keep ahead, gotta keep my head

As I head back to the front cause the mic got me hype

Sugar Pie Honey Bunch bunch in a bunch

With the Sugar Pie Honeys in a bunch for my lunch

Who's on the mic? I'm on the mic illy

You say that's cold, but I say that's Chilly

T to the r, no need to proceed

With the spelling out letters of my name for the game

I'm rockin, shockin, lockin up the mic

And the girls to the core from shore to shore



[CHORUS]