文本歌词

Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cos I'm KRS and
I'm on the mic and premier's on the breaks
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Of course we don't flip-flop
If you don't know me by now
I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy
I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper
Girls go 'Ill'
Check the time as I rhyme it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer
That's to leave behind
The video rapper you know
The chart climber
Clapper down goes another rapper
Onto another matter
Punch up the data Blastmaster
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody
Call up KRS
I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top braids bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember you must learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack a pimp
Hustler or player
But make sure live you is a d**e rhyme sayer
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw
I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe yo
You better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'Emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd
Not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose a** is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit you ride the tip and sh*t
Too sick to get with it admit you bit
Your style is counterfeit now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and
Hip hop it unlock your head
I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit perfect fit you can't get with it
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
Some MC's don't like the KRS
But they must respect him
'Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em
Checkin' em disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em deckin' em deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines always dissin'
When I roll up and
Rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn I don't freeze yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your T's and dot your I's whenever I arrive
Wide magnified live like the ocean tide
You d**e you lied I reside like artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks electrified
Comin' around the mountain you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism
Can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad iszm the 1996
Lyrical style's what I give 'em
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know
MC's act like they don't know