Chorus/Intro: KRS One (Kid Capri)
 Do or die *echoes* (They know  know what I mean?)
 Bring your clique  come on Do or die *echoes*
 Bring your clique  bring your clique
 (Do or die *echoes*)
 Bring your clique  bring your clique (come on)

 [KRS One]
 Yo  yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal
 Watch me dismantle your handle  lyrics like candles
 They burn on waxes in your sandle
 Microphone Vandal, KRS-One'll make em scamble
 When they gamble, I tear them like flannel
 You wanna battle? You'se a dreamer
 I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer
 I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper
 Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers
 You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your Adidas
 Don't mess with Teachers we pray for peepers
 We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that
 Fair and square, don't even stare too long
 Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone
 With a ?really simple? sing-a-long

 Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS

 [Kid] Do or die, I'm sayin its you and I
 [K&K] Bring your clique, bring your clique
 *repeat 3X*

 [KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest

 Open up the door, let me come in the place
 Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face
 Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like Planters
 The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!
 I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while
 Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child
 Now its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate
 You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!
 Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races
 No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this
 I hate this, no I don't, You'll face Kris, no you won't
 You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope
 Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW!
 Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground
 Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear
 BX, baby this is our year
 Try here and die here, superfly here
 As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear
 I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing
 Still blazin, played the low on occasion

 [Kid Capri]
 We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE
 You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS
 I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS
 Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough
 Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald
 Let's make it happen, me and you rappin
 Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at
 Its all good but your rap style seems to be common
 If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin

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 [KRS-One]
 South Bronx!
 I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor
 So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja
 I'm all up in your white blood
 My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD
 What, you expect when I'm on the set
 Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and wreck
 You still ain't ready yet, better yet
 When I connect all y'all hit the deck!
 Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check
 You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty
 If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me
 But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em
 Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium
 Only sucker MC's be like Kris got some ish with him
 Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him
 Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him
 Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?

 Chorus