| Lyrics: | Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and
Premier's on The Breaks
Verse 1
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know
me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go ""Illlll!""
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another
rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over
Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or
natty dread
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I
figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a
space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you
is a dope rhyme sayer
Verse 2
This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore,
that's what KRS is here for
big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya
saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got
punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee'
lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It migh |
