[KRS One]
 Bo! Boom bye bye  hip hop will never die
 Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry
 You could beat me  cheat me  when you meet me try to defeat me
 But nevertheless you'll have stress  cause I don't rest
 You wanna know what my problem is  if you're curious??
 I take this hip hop shit too serious!!
 I forget that other rappers ain't true to this
 So when they grab the mic I get hyped like LET'S DO THIS!!
 All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy
 So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie
 Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission..
 I blow up, like nitroglycerin!
 You better tune in to Teddy Ted
 "Yo stop frontin', and use your head"

 [KRS-One]
 Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin
 I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins!
 I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully
 Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!)
 That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop
 Not hip-hop, they wanna SING and all dem ting
 Thank God KRS is still rappin; all that "ooh I love you baby"
 and "blink blink blink" - this ain't happenin

 [Kid Capri]
 Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man
 Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and
 haven't got a skill but they're LARGE on the hum-bum
 You wanna step to Kid Capri, COME COME COME!!
 I break em up, just for actin like a superstar
 Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car
 We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too
 And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew

 [KRS-One]
 I descend to lend a friend a helping hand
 to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when
 I beg to confess my sins to other men
 Reverands guard lips, within there I'll begin
 I'll always win, over-sakin
 The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I'm rippin shit
 You must admit, I'll never quit the lyrics I flip
 I'm tough like licorice, battlin Kid Capri? It's ridiculous
 We come to the party inconspicuous