Get out of the car now!
See the stop sign! It's my lyrical physique! It's quick, do it, speak! I'm brand new, at the same time, and speak!
MCs speak tongue in cheek when they speak, yet my technique is unique! I rock from here to Mozambique!
You gon' take a leak, your dialogue is analogue! Mystical digital is my lyrical catalogue!
Hogging rappers, clogging up rappers, smogging up rappers, K-R-S is mind-boggling, eating rappers like the White Castle with no hassle!
As I amad you the sixth member of the Rascals! K-R-S won from the Bronx, representing as we star!
There is no call from America to Canada, lyrical stamina, coming through like that on the track!
Right here, look out me what you want from me! You're right here where I'm supposed to be! Underground with the hip-hop sound!
With the heads up, be holding it down!
Hey yo, my turn to catch rap, feel the effect when it connects with body checks! The rowdy rough-neck is on sack!
Intellect uncocked, ready with target on rock! On orthodox, it's my style, cause it's for the hard-knock!
Ball head and dreadlock, ya! Strictly hip-hop, we blow the shot! And then escape from the cops, cause we criminal-minded!
And rhyming with time and life! Bull domination, we're custom designing!
The climate, so pass the hydro, let me hit it! Yo, I'm with it, ain't committed for life!
Can you dig it? The way we live it! We raw dogs with no muzzle! We go, are you, we guzzle!
And leave a puddle to mark my spot, so you'll never be where you should not!
Yo, it's the warmth in that city, just in case you forgot! Rapples and K-O-R-S with the real hip-hop!
Still housing in 2000, and we ain't gon' stop!
Hey yo, check it as I open your eyes, it's the niche for real life! I got the mic control, so now we down to cap size!
I flip it for the exercise, clear it just to mesmerize, tantalize and energize!
As the sun rise, I snap the brock! And got you open, now you're scoping just to see how many MCs get this between us!
Don't intervene us, bust when I bust! The impetus, bust my conscious to spit, don't lie!
To make your head fly like Pegasus! Yo, in the rhyme, I give this like genocide!
A homicide, I can't see any race to save their petrified souls!
So I stab your third eye, make you see why I with you eyes!
The three gods, I spit it on the mic, push on the line!
And they MC from east to west, blazing like Waco Tech!
Stop your heart and your chest, make you feel it like strength!
That tailor made from K-O-R-S, your rascal's manifest!
Beats the night dance to get your head blast like smoke and sand!
Where you at?
Right here's to what you want from me!
Where you at?
Right here's what I'm supposed to be!
Where you at?
Watchin' brown with the hip-hop sound!
Where you at?
With the head turned, we holdin' it down!
Holdin' it down!
Holdin' it down!
Holdin' it down!
Not me!
