Alright party people in the place to be
 The party has already started
 An an an and it's about to il il il ill *echoes*"

 Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC
 where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
 I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty
 Classical like a German luger
 Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
 Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT
 The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it
 Hear it my spirit is where it should be
 Don't push me if you pussy, HUH
 I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
 I got em, KRS got skills in the place
 I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
 As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
 Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
 Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
 Your album, rewrite it

 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
 Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
 Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills
 The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
 will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
 Ricochet any style any day
 Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
 The advanced oratorical techniques I speak
 Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar
 with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
 and crack the back of that DJ
 I'm strappin and attackin a pack
 And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT
 Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
 Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G
 G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill
 Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
 We built and killed style and skill
 while poetically recriminate you like a child I will
 get ill, and switch to earn
 Cause I prefer to slur but not blur
 Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
 be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it
 Observe me then beat it

 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
 The voice from New York City is too witty
 I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter
 fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
 Nowhere, that I ain't been to
 You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through
 Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you
 *cause they can't MC*
 But what you really sayin
 You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
 "Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing!
 Switching and swaying
 Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
 Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
 The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"
 ?No great area?
 Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
 Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience
 But lyrically there ain't no stoppin
 I'm droppin a lot in your noggin
 Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin
 Carbon, your name, battle battle
 Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE
 Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
 I feel for ya soldier
 I hate to say it but I told ya so
 You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
 is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
 You want a fresh style let me show you slow
 your blow, I'm not your foe
 Battling me? No no no no no no NO!

 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC
 How many MC's, wannabemceez
 Never be MC's, cause they can't MC

 [Mad Lion]
 If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!!
 BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
 General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
 Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
 Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head
 Gwan *echoes