Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the industry But they got the wrong idea Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it like Yo what could the industry do for me? NoWhat could you bring to the industry? What could you bring into the industry? F'realNothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a Time after time after time after time I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage But make sure you don't say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day" Then we'll have to look for you and chop you all up So when you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what? Everythin' you doin' kid we already did it Everythin' you spittin' kid we already spit it This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics Everythin' you doin kid we already did it If rap was a toilet, I woulda already **** it Critics sayin', "Kris you shoulda already quit it" But I can't stop, won't stop spittin' crazy lyrics' Cause I, am hip hop, other rappers just try You critics wanna sit down and debate every line But tryin' to get into my concert same time Spot all packed up, cops yellin', "Back up, back up" KRS yellin', "Sound man turn the track up" We act up the whole spot a hour straight We rock 30 classics at least 20 breaks We always in demand and you must over stand man We won't be found man on Billboard or SoundScanSeek me and you will find Where I be kickin' or spittin' that ill rhyme Until then they can't see me 'cause I beIn the heart of every rapper I shineNothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when they're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a Time after time after time after time I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage But make sure you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit Which one of you punk ass rappers Wanna get chewed up like seafood platters? Bring your best rhyme, it don't matter to me You ain't gettin' on tonight by battlin' me The streets won't forgive you man, them guns go blam Have you crawlin' up the wall like Spider-Man You all in the jungle, with no Spears like BrittneyLike the coke want Whitney, you still wanna get me But no, you ain't made for this I put my hand through your chest like Agent Smith I jam like them big four-fifths I go off like a glock 9, no safety on KrisY'all talk 'bout platinum, I don't need all that I got 26 gold and platinum plaques I'll take away your rights like the Patriot Act Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack" Oh you know what happens after this Win or lose, you know what happens after KrisThey call me Blastmaster 'cause I be blastin' Have yo' ass lookin' like Jesus in ' The Passion'
Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the industry But they got the wrong idea Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it like Yo what could the industry do for me? NoWhat could you bring to the industry? What could you bring into the industry? F'realNothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a Time after time after time after time I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage But make sure you don't say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day" Then we'll have to look for you and chop you all up So when you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what? Everythin' you doin' kid we already did it Everythin' you spittin' kid we already spit it This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics Everythin' you doin kid we already did it If rap was a toilet, I woulda already **** it Critics sayin', "Kris you shoulda already quit it" But I can't stop, won't stop spittin' crazy lyrics' Cause I, am hip hop, other rappers just try You critics wanna sit down and debate every line But tryin' to get into my concert same time Spot all packed up, cops yellin', "Back up, back up" KRS yellin', "Sound man turn the track up" We act up the whole spot a hour straight We rock 30 classics at least 20 breaks We always in demand and you must over stand man We won't be found man on Billboard or SoundScanSeek me and you will find Where I be kickin' or spittin' that ill rhyme Until then they can't see me 'cause I beIn the heart of every rapper I shineNothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through But when they're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a Time after time after time after time I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage But make sure you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit Which one of you punk ass rappers Wanna get chewed up like seafood platters? Bring your best rhyme, it don't matter to me You ain't gettin' on tonight by battlin' me The streets won't forgive you man, them guns go blam Have you crawlin' up the wall like Spider-Man You all in the jungle, with no Spears like BrittneyLike the coke want Whitney, you still wanna get me But no, you ain't made for this I put my hand through your chest like Agent Smith I jam like them big four-fifths I go off like a glock 9, no safety on KrisY'all talk 'bout platinum, I don't need all that I got 26 gold and platinum plaques I'll take away your rights like the Patriot Act Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack" Oh you know what happens after this Win or lose, you know what happens after KrisThey call me Blastmaster 'cause I be blastin' Have yo' ass lookin' like Jesus in ' The Passion'
