[Verse 2]  Downratin' statements you always seem to make  You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate  You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift  To execute the rhyme on time without a shift  You only utter negativity, never productivity  For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity  Yet when all the currency comes in tax free  You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this  I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game  It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain  Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it  I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet  I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary  Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me  The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner  Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun  If you could realise this you won't be called a toy  But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy  Just coolin' out without a doubt, l ivin' life a little different  Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence  I am only 20, yet here's my present level  Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels  Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious  I will succeed while you suckers make wishes  Time and time again I prove to be exciting  But time and time again you prove to be biting  I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers  With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!