Clap your hands, everybody, if you got what it takes Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic and Premier's on the brakes Going out to the hardcore hip-hop Going out to the hardcore hip-hop Of course we don't flip-flop If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real When I *** the mic and smash rap, my girls go ill Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 whenever I arrive The party gets lively, flow with a master rhymer That's the lead behind the video rapper, you know the chalk rhymer Tapper, down goes another rapper, on to another matter Punch up the data, blast master Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody Call up KRS, guaranteed to rip a party Blacktop, Raze, 4Headz, or Naughty Dre It once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick crumbs off the top of their heads Word will go around, come around, I figure Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas The tables turn as the crosses burn Remember you must learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space-age rocket ship You could be a mat, a pimp, hustler, a player But make sure love you as adult moms say MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know This is what you waited all year for The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill If you see, then you saw, I mean you grew a mad skill MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines Let's battle and see who headlines Instead of flow for flow, let's go show for show Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know Too many MC's take that word MC lightly They can't move a crown, not even slightly It might be the fact that they express wackness Let me show you whose ass is the blackest I flip a strip a little bit, you ride the different *** Too sick to get with it and make you bit Your style is counterfeit, now tone it down a bit My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent I send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic When I rock it, shock it, hip-hop it, unlock your head I knock it, it's split quick from the lyric Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it MC's act like they don't know Some MC's don't like the KRS, but they must respect him Cause they know this kid gets all up and they wrecked him Slapping and selecting him, checking him Checking him, disrespecting him, just decking him Decking him, decking him Who in their right mind can mimic a star like mine? I design, rhyme and get mine all the time MC's stand on the sidelines always dissing When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitching I don't burn, I don't freeze Yeah, some MC's believe they can take a whip like some beast Cross your T's and dot your I's whenever I arrive Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide You dope, you lie, I reside like artifacts On the wrong side of the track, select your bar Coming around the value, you running hard Hoping your defense mechanism can divert my heat Seeking lyricism, as I spark manism The 1996, lyrical style is what I give them MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know