tonight a rapper gwan die
crazy mc's waste they time chasin millions
holds the minds of the children
i'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty-four thousand
chosen few heads up in project housin
if rappers are ridin beats like cars
put down your mic and surrender
blastmaster krs rules the pavement
kickin edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
save it friend before your chest i cave it in
i'm classical like a fuckin harley davidson
how do you think i kick a lyrical style no and you figure
it simply means i'm smarter
i come at you poetically harder
tonight a rapper gwan die
how you think you got juice?
when you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
krs-one will fuck up parties dramatically
my reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
when you was home witcha mother
i was sleepin out in prospect park
eatin one meal every 48 hours
writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
that i'm all about survival
i got only friends cause i killed all my rivals
show up at the rhyme recitals
from eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle
tonight a rapper gwan die
and 40 nights in the wilderness
from head to toe yo there ain't no killin this
i wrote over 100 rap hooks
while you worried about your looks
now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
but i've got the live club show locked down
platinum and gold don't hold in my arena
you gots to keep it real on the mic
in the west the east and overseas
the vision in rap is wack
and i don't know of these
i represent new york to be specific
but in japan i'm still gifted
i grab a jet and land on your set
twenty bucks for a rap show is still
and bring you into ninety-six
tricks or lip-sync lyrics
tonight a rapper gwan die
yeah yeah it's the god fat joe
representin the motherfuckin south bronx
motherfuckers wanna do what?
big shout out to my nigga kenny parker
the big french productions
south bronx represent nigga