[KRS-One]  We crush, them, and they click  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get  You supposed to get free and intelligent  Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant  We CRUSH, THEM, and they crew  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to do  While they floss with the chi-ching and all the rings  You stay focused, keep doin your thing  You cannot get the diamond ring, if you can't really sing  Or if you haven't got a skill, that you ready to fling  What you bringin to the table if you not really able  Tryin to get to the top, like the Tower of Babel  Back in the days, remember all the old gold cables  Where they at now? Sold, when they dropped from the label  All the money they gave you made you very unstable  They really enslaved but you wasn't able with the coke in your nasal  to see, you up in the crib but they rockin your cradle  You a joke and you fatal, they made you an M.C.  Meaning: Most Confused  Not E-M-C-E-E, that's what I use  Many people really wanna know from me  when I'ma drop and they can go cop, the next LP  Or CD, or T-A-P-E you see  It's about word of mouth, for me    We crush, them, and they click  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get  You supposed to get free and intelligent  Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant  We CRUSH, THEM, and they rap  Yo, they don't really know where the money is at  And what's funny is that, is if you'd just stay focused  they'd be the one to be the brokest!  I'm from the inner city, that's right  Flashy asses and titties that's right  No pity mad graffiti that's right  Broken gang treaties, that's real  I speak complete broken slang freely at will  I spit what I'm about to spit, get what I'm about to get  Never no counterfeit, movin about a bit  Knowledge Reigns Supreme, only a few like the sound of it  Others can't get down with it (ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. BREAK!)  So why did I have to come off my sabbatical?  Battle you? My metachromatical will splatter you  I got another track to do, I can't mack witchu  Your rhymes are fictional, mine are factual  I'll embarass you, I'm glad to do  I'm the teacher but in the streets it can be bad for you  I feel sad for you, cause you frontin like you gettin ahead  but you really on E instead  I've come to show these people you're not my equal  All you want is the cash and a hoe in a see-through  Yeah; KRS-One comin through with the breeze team  You know how we do    We crush, them, and they click  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get  You supposed to get free and intelligent  Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant  Yo we crush them, and they squad  Let me tell you right now that it's all about God  You can walk around the streets like you livin it hard  But a real teacher know when you scarred  I refuse to be bought, I refuse to snooze  I refuse to come up short, I refuse to lose  I refuse to be caught in the court  I refuse to refuse bein taught, I refuse evil thoughts  Cause they whole {shit's} wack, trap's wack  You're wack, you're pack's wack, in fact I jab-slap that  Cap at that, now, retract that crap, wherever I'm in or at  You better go back and sip that crap  Bring your gat, I'm lovin that  Like football, you'll be, runnin-back  Blazin 'em, merely dazin 'em, barely playin 'em out  These are God's lyrics, I'm just sayin 'em out    We crush, them, and they click  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to get  You supposed to get free and intelligent  Not a platinum plaque, that's irrelevant  We CRUSH, THEM, and they crew  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to do  You supposed to be buttoned up right to your neck  If you a woman, you'll get respect  Let me tell you we crush the, and they crew  Let me tell you right now what you supposed to be  You supposed to be a man of integrity  Above the law, you effect destiny  We CRUSH, THEM, and they lies  This is concious rap, we not hypnotized  Anywhere the action's at, we rappin at  Takin it home and unpackin that-that-that