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I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony\n  But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real\n  When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, \"Ill\"\n  Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995\n  Whenever I arrive the party gets liver\n  Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behind\n  The video rapper, you know, the chart climber\n\n  Clapper, down goes another rapper\n  Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster\n  Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody\n  Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party\n  Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads\n  There once was a story about a man named Jed\n  But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead\n  Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head\n\n  Word, what go around come around, I figure\n  Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas\n  The tables turned as the crosses burned\n  Remember You Must Learn\n  About the styles I flip and how wild I get\n  I go on like a space age rocket ship\n  You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler 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man named Jed\n  But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead\n  Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head\n\n  Word, what go around come around, I figure\n  Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas\n  The tables turned as the crosses burned\n  Remember You Must Learn\n  About the styles I flip and how wild I get\n  I go on like a space age rocket ship\n  You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player\n  But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer\n\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n\n  This is what you waited all year for\n  The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for\n  Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill\n  If you see, then ya saw, I'm in your grill with mad skill\n  MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines\n  Let's battle to see who headlines\n  Instead of flow for flow, let's go show for show\n  Toe for 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I'm too intelligent\n[02:38.57] I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic\n[02:41.61] When I rock and shock and hip hop, it unlock your head, I knock it\n[02:45.69] It split quick from the lyric\n[02:47.35] Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it\n[02:50.51] (M-M, M-M)\n[02:53.44] MC's act like they don't know\n[02:55.91] (M-M, M-M-M)\n[02:58.88] MC's act like they don't know\n[03:01.29] (M-M, M-M)\n[03:04.20] MC's act like they don't know\n[03:06.49] (M-M, M-M, M-M)\n[03:09.53] MC's act like they don't know\n[03:11.33] Some MC's don't like the KRS, but they must respect him\n[03:14.38] 'Cause they know this kid gets all up in they rectum\n[03:16.65] Slappin' and selectin' 'em, checkin' 'em, disrespectin' 'em\n[03:19.75] Just deckin' em, deckin' 'em, deck-in' 'em\n[03:22.10] Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?\n[03:24.70] I design rhyme and get mine all the time\n[03:27.22] MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'\n[03:29.99] When I roll up 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Just deckin' em, deckin' 'em, deck-in' 'em\n  Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?\n  I design rhyme and get mine all the time\n  MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'\n  When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitchin'\n\n  I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's\n  Believe they could tango with the likes of these\n  Cross your T's and dot your I's whenever I arrive\n  Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide\n  You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts\n  On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified\n  Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide\n  Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism\n  As I spark mad izm\n  The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em\n\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n  (M-M, M-M, M-M)\n  MC's act like they don't know\n"}]