Yeah.. ahh, back to that old ******t! For all you fake-ass teachers out there Aiyyo kris.. break this ******t up! [krs-one] The type of lyrical terrorism i present Educates people, at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up, i had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin, "damn, kris is kinda big!" Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that ******t, i play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _criminal minded_, and bit the whole ******t Now if i punch you in your face i'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my ****** name Blas**aster krs is thinkin long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) [krs-one] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (you await and this is ******, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? you're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe ******t on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some ****** named lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, i'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as pee-wee herman, i ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bull******t game and i ain't changed I'm just thinkin long range People died so i can rhyme.. You think i'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak ******t You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my ****** Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my ****** name! Blas**aster krs is thinking long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) Krs.. kenny parker.. willie d.. from long island Heather b.. ska-danks.. D-******.. sidney mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go brooklyn, go brooklyn! Go bronx! (go brooklyn, go brooklyn!) The bronx! yell southside bronx! Southside bronx! southside bronx! Southside bronx! southside bronx! Southside bronx, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
Yeah.. ahh, back to that old ******t! For all you fake-ass teachers out there Aiyyo kris.. break this ******t up! [krs-one] The type of lyrical terrorism i present Educates people, at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up, i had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin, "damn, kris is kinda big!" Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that ******t, i play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _criminal minded_, and bit the whole ******t Now if i punch you in your face i'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my ****** name Blas**aster krs is thinkin long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x) [krs-one] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (you await and this is ******, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? you're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe ******t on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some ****** named lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, i'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as pee-wee herman, i ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bull******t game and i ain't changed I'm just thinkin long range People died so i can rhyme.. You think i'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak ******t You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my ****** Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my ****** name! Blas**aster krs is thinking long range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) Krs.. kenny parker.. willie d.. from long island Heather b.. ska-danks.. D-******.. sidney mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go brooklyn, go brooklyn! Go bronx! (go brooklyn, go brooklyn!) The bronx! yell southside bronx! Southside bronx! southside bronx! Southside bronx! southside bronx! Southside bronx, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
