Yeah.. ahh, back to that old shit!   For all you fake-ass teachers out there   Aiyyo kris.. break this shit up!      [krs-one]   The type of lyrical terrorism I present   Educates people, at the same time pays my rent   You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters   When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures   I know you want to step to me kid!   But you're thinkin, "damn, kris is kinda big!"   Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care   And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year   From your eye drops a tear   I don't play that shit, I play that hit   Your whole gangsta image is not legit   You heard _criminal minded_, and bit the whole shit   Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong   Don't even think about battling with a song   You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff   You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed   With your ribcage crushed   Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks   You know my fuckin name   Blastmaster krs is thinkin long range!      Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)      [krs-one]   They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison   (you await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)   Who you kiddin? you're only tryin to rock a party   You ain't really down to shoot nobody   So why you frontin? sayin from the cops you be runnin   In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning   You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl   Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named lionel   In jail you ain't got respect   You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary   And the picture of your sister, mister   As seamy as pee-wee herman, I ain't trying to diss her   This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed   I'm just thinkin long range   People died so I can rhyme..   You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?    Step up with that weak shit   You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick   Plus you're on my dick   Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct   You know my fuckin name!   Blastmaster krs is thinking long range!      Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)      Krs.. kenny parker.. willie d.. from long island   Heather b.. ska-danks..   D-square.. sidney mills..   Ha-ohhhh.. go brooklyn, go brooklyn!   Go bronx! (go brooklyn, go brooklyn!)   The bronx! yell southside bronx!   Southside bronx! southside bronx!   Southside bronx! southside bronx!   Southside bronx, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!