Off beat, what you know about it? All heat, all street, my dough I be about it I eat all week, I don't need to shout it I'm legendary, in many books you can read about it Well I'm back to let you cats know that I'm not asleep, I heard your mixtape raps What, you think I'm weak like one of these old school cats? You better hear me speak before you get holes in your back Ain't nothing here sweet except your whole damn pack Why I gotta return? Cause y'all's so damn wack wack You never will learn. That's why the teacha's back Now you gon' feel that real golden age rap Unfolding the gat This ain't no place for no amateur block rap Rappin' about your hammer is ****ed back That means you ******' with a six-shooter And we got big guns that can stop that All you hear is klug-clack-klug, klug-clack-klug And you and your man y'all fall backward Y'all ain't nothin' but actors, bitin' like Dracula Kris spit spitacular [Chorus: x2] To my block - I got you From the bottom to the top - I got you When you need that raw HipHop - I got you I mean that '94 HipHop - I got you If you ain't got nowhere to go - I got you VIP passes to my show - I got you Come to my crib, let's take it slow - I got you Never forget, you gotta know that - I got you [KRS-One:] You listenin' to the depth of the heat I'm omni-hood, that means I rep' every street When I come around cats get up and eat On the mic I won't let up 'til the end of the beat I stay tight when I recite and sendin' you heat Let's compare, what's your agenda this week? Me? I be chillin' out in sacred buildings with my children Free as a fly on the ceiling [Chorus x2]
Off beat, what you know about it? All heat, all street, my dough I be about it I eat all week, I don't need to shout it I'm legendary, in many books you can read about it Well I'm back to let you cats know that I'm not asleep, I heard your mixtape raps What, you think I'm weak like one of these old school cats? You better hear me speak before you get holes in your back Ain't nothing here sweet except your whole damn pack Why I gotta return? Cause y'all's so damn wack wack You never will learn. That's why the teacha's back Now you gon' feel that real golden age rap Unfolding the gat This ain't no place for no amateur block rap Rappin' about your hammer is ****ed back That means you ******' with a six-shooter And we got big guns that can stop that All you hear is klug-clack-klug, klug-clack-klug And you and your man y'all fall backward Y'all ain't nothin' but actors, bitin' like Dracula Kris spit spitacular [Chorus: x2] To my block - I got you From the bottom to the top - I got you When you need that raw HipHop - I got you I mean that '94 HipHop - I got you If you ain't got nowhere to go - I got you VIP passes to my show - I got you Come to my crib, let's take it slow - I got you Never forget, you gotta know that - I got you [KRS-One:] You listenin' to the depth of the heat I'm omni-hood, that means I rep' every street When I come around cats get up and eat On the mic I won't let up 'til the end of the beat I stay tight when I recite and sendin' you heat Let's compare, what's your agenda this week? Me? I be chillin' out in sacred buildings with my children Free as a fly on the ceiling [Chorus x2]
