ya feel dat ya see dat ya hear dat you believe dat ya follow dat could it be dat ya follow dat can you believe dat ya hear dat ya see dat you believe dat you can feel dat ya follow dat you believe dat ya see dat show me an mc that think he s too hot bring him to krs one i ll show him he s not blowin the whole spot up when i spit up knowledge reigns supreme when i walk past get up my wrists ain t lit up i don t even live that life gold diamonds platinum i give to my wife you see diamonds are a girl s best friend not mine you got it fine but what about that rhyme can you rhyme can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic ha or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go or is the record company the pimp and you the ho let s go w variations i write my own books like i write my own hooks step in the spot and these rappers be so shook they don t look here cause krs is boom platinum rappers be hidin out in they dressin rooms yo get away from me you got a million dollar video but i m the one they wanna see the capital e m c e e a repitition of words i been divorced melodie i m out confident no doubt i get what i gotta get when i spit i don t shout this new yorker kris parker s a quick talker you can get what i spit or get the klik klocker overseas i got the breeze as a hip hopper where they speak eat and drop the beats proper street doctor i m brown and foxy like the ill nana whoever you think is hot i m hotter w variations radio these suckers never play me or chuck but do you think we really give a southside westside eastside north i spit the hot flame you get your flesh torn off i come from that place where you cats can t face where cops can t chase or invade my space we turn up the bass you tremble in the place phones ain t traced and flows we don t waste hoes we don t chase or kiss they know they place with kris or christ they ll lose their life you don t lose if you come in two s you and a wife but you crews wanna be bruised so choose your knife choose your gat choose your rat when the smoke clears you ll be like god damn who was that loosen that noose around your neck and back embarassin blacks ain t no respect in that  w variations let s do it everybody up top yo all my cats in the front yo yo all my cats in the back yo we out 