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KRS-One Ha-ha. Never fear. KRS I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison You small time, you ain't a pro Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow That's all mine Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery Get wit me, now I spit rap I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that Click-a-click clap You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format Now why would you place your money on that? I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching Real teachers teach real things I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck Forget the cut hops, your luck stops I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks Big Punisher Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas To either get big, leave or let live We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours A.G. Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell ya, I hold heat With license to kill like police, so don't sleep The sun shines, brighter, than any star Rap terrorist, bomb mikes, in the name of Allah Show and AG, is who we are Forever terror all I need is 26 letters and 16 bars I be bomb dropping, verses, that be so def Searching for those who cold slept, till there's no left Curios, how we still around Mysterious, like a dope fiend, clean, never touching the ground And you knew it, when you heard us I'm fluent with this Emcees wanna