Featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
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 for two or three minutes you can time me
You the dopest emcee? I leave that ass sizzlin
I’m giving more rhythm than gang rapes in prison
You small time; you ain’t a pro, yeah you kicked the wrong rhyme
But you showing 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 with 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 scatterway
I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, wait, let me
Check the schedule again, Saturday
I think you outta follow your squad, they ran that away
You rapper, you 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 bring, knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it
Challenging knowledge, only means that you’re ignorant
With the Sword of Justice, your throat I’m sticking in
Gossip and scandal, I don’t put my lips in it
Grow up, I’m moving like a U-haul truck
You all stuck cause you all suck buck, buck buck-buck-buck-buck!
Forget the cut, ?hasta la? stops, I bring it to your buttocks, enough
Glocks
Verse two: Big Punisher
Yo; my squad is on it like Elijah Muhammed
But I’m garbage, hard, ain’t no richeousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond, but I’m in the rough, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds, you can better send the cuffs
Ain’t no snitch in us, dickin us, unofficial nuts
Everything we are, your side wish you was
Official thugs in it, ?bust? for fresh air ?? connections, drug
Addictions
Still seeing the judge for drug possesion
The 4 D’s, all these, is more reas’ to either get big