[Hook] Ya feel dat? HO! Ya see dat? HO! Ya hear dat? HO! You believe dat? HO! Ya follow dat? HO! Could it be dat? HO! Ya follow dat? HO! Can you believe dat? HO! Ya hear dat? HO! Ya see dat? HO! You believe dat? HO! You can feel dat HO! Ya follow dat? HO! You believe dat? HO! Ya see dat? HO! [Verse One] Show me an MC that think hes too hot Bring him to KRSOne, Ill show him hes NOT Blowin the whole spot up when I spit up Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up My wrists aint lit up! I dont even live that life Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife you see Diamonds are a girls best friend, not mine You got it, FINE but what about that rhyme? Can you rhyme? Can you spit it quick Like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha! Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go? Or is the record company the pimp and you the ho? LETS GO! [Hook] w variations [Verse Two] I write my own books like I write my own hooks Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook They dont look here cause KRS is BOOM! Platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms Yo, get away from me You got a million dollar video but Im the one they wanna see The capital EMCEE A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie Im out, confident, no doubt I get what I gotta get when I spit I dont shout This New Yorker, Kris Parkers a quick talker You can get what I spit or get the klikklocker Overseas I got the breeze as a hiphopper Where they speak eat and drop the beats proper Street doctor, Im Brown and Foxy like the Ill Nana Whoever you think is hot, Im hotter [Hook] w variations [Verse Three] RADIO! These suckers never play me Or Chuck but do you think we really give a... Southside, Westside, Eastside, North I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off I come from that place where you cats cant face Where cops cant chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones aint traced and flows we dont waste Hoes we dont chase or kiss, they know they place With Kris or Christ, theyll lose their life You dont lose if you come in twos, you and a wife But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife Choose your gat, choose your rat, when the smoke clears Youll be like, God damn who was that? Loosen that noose around your neck and back Embarassin blacks, aint no respect in that! [Hook] w variations [KRSOne] Lets do it! HO! HO! HO! HO! Everybody up top! HO! HO! HO! HO! Yo, all my cats in the front! HO! HO! HO! HO! Yo, yo, all my cats in the back HO! HO! HO! HO! Yo, we out!
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