Verse One: KRS-One    Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak  And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks  Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets  cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach  Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ???  Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit properly  I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly  Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily  Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me  Insanity it got to be  My true idenity is never meant to see  I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally    [Busta Rhymes]  Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!    Verse two: KRS-One    Thats the hip hop, the hibby  I rip it in a minute cause I'm gifted  Like December 25th  Now let me flip  I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing  Even when it's snowing I'm party going  Free flowing and stomping!  Never tip-toeing  Overthrowing the comp  Big up Bronx!  I got more styles than the planet got women  I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women  Don't make me come out on that ass start flippin'  Your mental I'm afflictin'  Actin' ill and sickin'  Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' ‘em  Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them  As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine!  None of your lyrics I'm feelin' ‘em  You rhyme  Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin' a pot with a name like Mariam    Chorus:    But rappers talk too much shit  And can't back it up with lyrics  Build ya skills    It's time for the raw shit  Not that on tour shit  That real hardcore shit  KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea  Bitin' motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here!  I don't care this year  Alot of albums is wak this year  "Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!  Thanks for the invite  It's just about to get hype  That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like  I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying  Lyrical styles from the miracle child  Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial?  Smile  I been here for awhile  Peep my style while I go on with the song  I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon  clicka clacka! clicka clacka!  Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper!  Stacks of money for videos I don't have it  You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent  Get your tape recorder fast kid  Boombastic another classic  Turn up the cassette!  All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin'  While soothin' any urges for booing  Ungluing your mouth from my private  The more the merrier  Syllable superior  East coast- West Coast battles are inferior  Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America  We need to expand rap beyond this land  Set up competitions with England and Japan  World cups for rappers that really fuck shit for fun  ....Yeah I know I'll get one    Chorus