KRS-One - MC's Act Like They Don't Know

[00:00.55] Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes [00:04.59] Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks [00:20.25] If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me [00:34.13] I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony [00:37.13] But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real [00:39.78] When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill" [00:42.95] Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 [00:45.55] Whenever I arrive the party gets liver [00:47.98] Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behind [00:50.53] The video rapper, you know, the chart climber [00:53.22] Clapper, down goes another rapper [00:55.61] Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster [00:58.24] Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody [01:01.16] Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party [01:03.83] Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads [01:06.43] There once was a story about a man named Jed [01:08.83] But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead [01:11.41] Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head [01:14.37] Word, what go around come around I figure [01:16.73] Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas [01:19.44] The tables turned as the crosses burned [01:22.33] Remember You Must Learn [01:24.98] About the styles I flip and how wild I get [01:27.36] I go on like a space age rocket ship [01:29.10] You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player [01:32.84] But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer [01:35.60] This is what you waited all year for [01:59.08] The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for [02:01.99] Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill [02:04.39] If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill [02:07.80] MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines [02:10.74] Let's battle to see who headlines [02:13.07] Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show [02:15.76] Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know [02:18.36] Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly [02:20.72] They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly [02:23.45] It might be the fact that they express wackness [02:27.12] Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest [02:28.98] I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit [02:31.32] Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit [02:34.45] Now tone it down a bit [02:36.69] My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent [02:38.93] I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic [02:41.69] When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it [02:44.75] It split quick from the lyric [02:47.47] Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it [02:50.31] Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him [03:13.99] Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum [03:16.37] Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em [03:19.60] Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em [03:22.11] Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine [03:24.51] I design rhyme and get mine all the time [03:27.12] MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' [03:29.60] When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitchin' [03:32.46] I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's [03:35.32] Believe they could tangle with the likes of these [03:37.73] Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive [03:40.16] Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide [03:42.71] You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts [03:46.22] On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified [03:48.54] Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide [03:51.41] Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism [03:54.15] As I spark mad izm [03:56.22] The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em [04:00.57]