Check  I control your mind with one rhyme I speak
 And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks
 Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets
 cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach
 Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ???
 Time to complete shit  no weak shit  I mean freak shit properly
 I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly
 Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily
 Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me
 Insanity it got to be
 My true idenity is never meant to see
 I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally

 [Busta Rhymes]
 Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!

 Verse two: KRS-One

 Thats the hip hop, the hibby
 I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted
 Like December 25th
 Now let me flip
 I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing
 Even when it's snowing I'm party going
 Free flowing and stomping!
 Never tip-toeing
 Overthrowing the comp
 Big up Bronx!
 I got more styles than the planet got women
 I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women
 Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin'
 Your mental I'm afflictin'
 Actin' ill and sickin'
 Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' ?em
 Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them
 As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine!
 None of your lyrics I'm feelin' ?em
 You rhyme
 Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam

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 But rappers talk too much shit
 And can't back it up with lyrics
 Build ya skills

 It's time for the raw shit
 Not that on tour shit
 That real hardcore shit
 KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea
 Bitin' motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here!
 I don't care this year
 Alot of albums is wak this year
 "Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!
 Thanks for the invite
 It's just about to get hype
 That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like
 I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying
 Lyrical styles from the miracle child
 Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial?
 Smile
 I been here for awhile
 Peep my style while I go on with the song
 I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon
 clicka clacka! clicka clacka!
 Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper!
 Stacks of money for videos I don't have it
 You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent
 Get your tape recorder fast kid
 Boombastic another classic
 Turn up the cassette!
 All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin'
 While soothin' any urges for booing
 Ungluing your mouth from my private
 The more the merrier
 Syllable superior
 East coast- West Coast battles are inferior
 Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America
 We need to expand rap beyond this land
 Set up competitions with England and Japan
 World cups for rappers that really fuck shit for fun
 ....Yeah I know I'll get one

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