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
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
my true identity is never meant to see
i simply use the gifts sent to me mentally
yo! word up! get from out my face
before you get bust quickly!
i rip it in a minute cause i'm gifted
i'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing
even when it's snowing i'm party going
free flowing and stomping!
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'
pickin' the victim at random
draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them
as my hydrogen turns to helium i shine!
none of your lyrics i'm feelin' 'em
like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like mariam
but rappers talk too much shit
and can't back it up with lyrics
it's time for the raw shit
krs-one runs shit like diarrhea
bitin' motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here!
alot of albums is wak this year
will krs bring it?" ahh yeah!