Chorus/Intro: KRS-One (Kid Capri)
Do or die *echoes* (They know, know what I mean?)
Bring your clique, come on Do or die *echoes*
Bring your clique, bring your clique
(Do or die *echoes*)
Bring your clique, bring your clique (come on)
[KRS-One]
Yo, yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal
Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles
They burn on waxes in your sandle
Microphone Vandal, KRS-One`ll make em scamble
When they gamble, I tear them like flannel
You wanna battle? You`se a dreamer
I put up my Benz, you put up your Beamer
I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper
Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers
You`ll have no sound; while I`ll be uptown in your Adidas
Don`t mess with Teachers we pray for peepers
We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that
Fair and square, don`t even stare too long
Or dare the wrong, I`m there and gone
With a ?really simple? sing-a-long
Chorus: Kid Capri and KRS
[Kid] Do or die, I`m sayin its you and I
[K&K] Bring your clique, bring your clique
*repeat 3X*
[KRS] Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest
Open up the door, let me come in the place
Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face
Just a little taste, yo I`m kinda nuts like Planters
The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!
I`m flashin just a little style, for a little while
Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child
Now its ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate
You`ll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!
Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races
No I`m not a racist, but no race could really face this
I hate this, no I don`t, You`ll face Kris, no you won`t
You know you broke cause what you want ain`t really dope
Like a billy goat, I ram your set like BLAOW!
Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground
Boogie-Down, let me make one thing clear
BX, baby this is our year
Try here and die here, superfly here
As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear
I`m new and clear, my clarity`s amazing
Still blazin, played the low on occasion
[Kid Capri]
We make hotter, JOHN BLAZE
You niggas rockin in the WRONG WAYS
I make your head knock while the SONG PLAYS
Kid Capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough
Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom`s herald
Let`s make it happen, me and you rappin
Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at
Its all good but your rap style seems to be common
If ain`t no real shit you don`t need to be rhymin
Chorus
[KRS-One]
South Bronx!
I`m smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor
So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja
I`m all up in your white blood
My style is devestatin, your renovatin like HUD
What, you expect when I`m on the set
Don`t forget, I`m givin in cash and wreck
You still ain`t ready yet, better yet
When I connect all y`all hit the deck!
Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check
You ain`t worth, my style is ugly and dirty
If you ain`t close to the thirty you really haven`t heard of me
But don`t worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em
Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium
Only sucker MC`s be like Kris got some ish with him
Because they can`t get wit him, only the best sit wit him
Cops don`t be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him
Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?
Chorus
