[KRS-One] * voice echoing*   Think you dope? Want this title?   Then you better come step up or step OFF!      [Freddie Foxxx]   Yo check this out, all jokes aside   Let's get busy      [KRS-One]   Word! Blastmaster KRS-One in the house   Hah, everybody for some reason wanna be a gangsta   You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA      [Freddie Foxxx]   Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out   This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X   And guess what's next      [KRS-One]   Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat   Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack   Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat   Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack   Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack   They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat   But ahh, now dis a KRS, me nah takes dat   When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back   Then me, FLY ALL AROUND THE EMCEE WORLD   KRS, the Artical, is not to be [*changes from patois*]   fucked with, ? with, or tampered with   Don't give a fuck if you wanna riff   But when you say Kris, already derivative of Kris   My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (HUH)   As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack   Set back, your career, like a quarterback   that broke his back, my tongue is like a bat   Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (RRRRRUFF!)   I'm all that, come with your whole pack   You'll be prayin to the God of Isaac   So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh]   Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF      [Freddie Foxxx]   Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop   It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx   (Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk   Cause I'm the maddest nigga in New York (hah!)   I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't like   I wanna fight, so when I drop the mic   I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip   (suckers) that wanna be pimps   How I heard it said that a pimp'll sell his ass   if his hoe won't, but Freddie Foxxx don't   Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see   Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess   Open hearts on the floor as I explore   rappers that wanted to be more than number four   Number one's a hard spot; either you fight   or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!)   Three Tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades   and I aim to get PAID!   So who wanna step to this, don't come soft   Cause I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!)   And when the cops come to get me   I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me   I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack   about who's nice, and who's whack, MOTHERFUCK THAT   They know my style, and my rep, every stage   that I stepped on - I was the rapper they slept on   But y'all rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant   bombs in your house, I'ma wake you up and punch you   in your motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out   Take your sons to safety, cause they're just kids   and I wanna raise em to face me   And when they get a little bigga   I'ma MARK them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints   on the trigger -- double homicide, call the vice   Another rapper and his family with no life   Yeah you're Mr. Tough and, you're full of stuff and   and Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin   I got you in my torture chamber and you scream   Oh God damn, it's like _Silence of the Lambs_   but I don't mangle em and eat em   I take MC's to the war zone, and there I defeat em   It gets much worse, with every verse   as the F-R-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS!   Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims   You suckers know my name!   Aiyyo Kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what?)   Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF      [KRS-One]   This is the year that I go all out (why?)   Edutainment's what I'm all about (and)   I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause)   because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout   (well kick it) Get on down, to the hip hip hop   Before I start, peace to Scott LaRock! (word)   Now let me drop the style that has action   Cause many MC's don't believe they're rappin   They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity   This is not, what hip-hop is meant to be (word up)   I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street   for the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on their feet   (kick it) I don't compete, I defeat and delete ya   then critique ya, all MC's retreat, HERE COMES THE T'CHA   Chewin suckers like Smuckers   Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers   Yeah, I'm like the movie _Aliens_   I hide inside your right hand man, when you think you got me   BAM! My head comes out your chest   A mutilated mess of nastyness   Chunks of bloody flesh, yes KRS on the slaughter   Specialize in instant rhyme style, you simply add water   Evian, I pull the string then   RING-DING-DING, DING-DING-DING-DING   Back in the days, I wrote +South Bronx+   The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot   POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault   Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt   It's wack, when a sucker DJ babbles on   Soupin up MC's to battle on song   That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic   in 1992 the original it ain't plastic   Everybody know, BDP, is fantastic, burn like acid   Credit card plastic, stretch like elastic   Love and respect is the TACTIC   Bam! In your motherfuckin face   KRS in the place   I never liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway   (Fi-YAH!)      [Freddie Foxxx]   Well you know I like hoes, cause I'm a mack   but I don't like the wack tracks, youknowhatI'msayin?   And for all your suckers out there   that underestimate the militant mack, get the BO-ZACK   You know what I mean? (Word) Word!      [KRS-One]   You know why?   Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat   Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack   Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack   Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack      [Freddie Foxxx]   Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * echoes *      [KRS-One]   Motherfuckers! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to fade *