[KRS-One]
Bo! Boom bye bye, hip-hop will never die
Despite the fact that I`m fly I`m never dry
You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me
But nevertheless you`ll have stress, cause I don`t rest
You wanna know what my problem is, if you`re curious??
I take this hip-hop shit too serious!!
I forget that other rappers ain`t true to this
So when they grab the mic I get hyped like LET`S DO THIS!!
All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy
So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie
Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission..
I blow up, like nitroglycerin!
You better tune in to Teddy Ted
Yo stop frontin`, and use your head
[KRS-One]
Well if you ain`t called it hip-hop, there`s a door, I ain`t stoppin
I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins!
I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully
Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!)
That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop
Not hip-hop, they wanna SING and all dem ting
Thank God KRS is still rappin; all that ooh I love you baby
and blink blink blink - this ain`t happenin
[Kid Capri]
Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man
Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and
haven`t got a skill but they`re LARGE on the hum-bum
You wanna step to Kid Capri, COME COME COME!!
I break em up, just for actin like a superstar
Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car
We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too
And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew
[KRS-One]
I descend to lend a friend a helping hand
to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can`t say when
I beg to confess my sins to other men
Reverands guard lips, within there I`ll begin
I`ll always win, over-sakin
The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I`m rippin shit
You must admit, I`ll never quit the lyrics I flip
I`m tough like licorice, battlin Kid Capri? It`s ridiculous
We come to the party inconspicuous..
