| Lyrics: | I, brrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
Philosophy when I s-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ing!
I step like wildabeasts,
killll-llll-lllling!
MC's harming me I sling-lllll-ling!
Rhymes don't copy me you gots to be
crazzzyaaayyyyy
Yet you believe that you can slay me play me maybe
Flip the style I be
killll-illl-ing, the track
Obey me, easssssse back, you're silly wack and idle
Give me back
the title my arrival questions the survival
of any rival rapper you're simply a promotional
data
Me, Kris the Master, beat, this the Master
Seek, Kris the Master, eat, with the
Master
Treat, this the Master, but don't compete with the Master
or you'll seek
disaster
Faster than the BlastMaster's folk can say ""Oh!""
That means YOU yo, you wrestlin
with the style in your mind
but I'm like sumo, doin judo, you know
I go then you go, lyrics
we run through run through
You think you got the 4-1-1
But I got the
5-5-5-1-2-1-2
You're done through rhyme sessions with the teacher
you know you shouldn'ta
come to
""Once again back is the incredible, rhyme animal"" --> Chuck D
KRS, K-K-KRS
(or variations)
(repeat 4X)
CanibusCan-I-bust, like weed?
And give you what you
need
There's the kickoff and KRS-One has the lead!
Indeed I'm all around your neck like
beads, raw hell
I knock like doorbells, I'm hot while you chilichilly like Hormel
I'ma sure
sell, no doubt
How you think you gonna battle and take me out
with my phrases in your
mouth?
Stop I rock your socks your blocks and set fire
to your Reeboks, can't you see dat de
God of rap I be dat
From the highest tree top you'll hang
I ride the fly cars like Chitty
Chitty Bang Bang
You can't hang, with my mic con-cep-tion
Cause we're not in |
