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 breaks goin out to the hardcore hip hop goin 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 grab the mic to smash a rapper girls go ill check the time as i rhyme it s 1995 whenever i arrive the party gets liver flow with the master rhymer as i leave behind the video rapper you know the chart climber clapper down goes another rapper onto another matter punch up the data blastmaster knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody call up krs i m guaranteed to rip a party flat top braids bald heads or knotty dreads there once was a story about a man named jed but now jed is dead all his kids instead want to kick rhymes off the top of they head word what go around come around i figure now we got white kids callin themselves niggas the tables turned as the crosses burned 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 mack a pimp hustler or player but make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know mcs 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 ya saw i m in your grill with mad skill mc s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines let s battle to 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 emcee lightly they can t move a crowd not even slightly it might be the fact that they express wackness let me show ya whose ass is the blackest i flip a script a little bit you ride the tip and shit too sick to get with it admit you bit your style is counterfeit now tone it down a bit my title you will never get i m too intelligent i ll send your family my sentiments my style is toxic when i rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head i knock it it split quick from the lyric direct hit perfect fit you can t get with it  mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know some mc s don t like the krs but they must respect him cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum slappin and selectin em checkin em disrespectin em just deckin em deckin em deck in em who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine i design rhyme and get mine all the time mc s standin on the sidelines always dissin when i roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin i don t burn i don t freeze yet some mc s believe they could tango with the likes of these cross your t s and dot your i s whenever i arrive wide magnified live like the ocean tide you dope you lied i reside like artifacts on the wrong side of da tracks electrified comin around the mountain you run and hide hopin your defence mechanism can divert my heat seeking lyricism as i spark mad izm the 1996 lyrical style s what i give em mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know mcs act like they don t know22