Funkmaster Flex - KRS-One Speech - KRS-One lyrics

Intro: Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One. Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex so I say... Hook: Me never never never cross over Me never never never never go commercial la la (x2) Verse 1: You ain't major you minor Get behind a real rhymer Graff writer, chart climber, path finder, rewinder A minute That a** let me get WAY up in it Now you did it You steppin' to me like you some type of lyrical chef But like Coolio said G you better make a leeeft Now you in the party actin' hard You need to be home asleep so you can wake up early and get a job Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin' Say hello to the Boogie Down Production MC's today are too pretty what a pity I represent the city where it's gritty And GRIMY I'm ferrous you're curious Just try me if you're serious Who's your trainer I'll smash you in the face with a bottle Hit the toggle switch back to a role model You Benedict Arnold I'll calm you You ain't wild I heard this kid in Brooklyn with the same style Timing for timing your rhymin' And with that biddy bye bye follow me ma**ive you don't wanna go there I got mad sk**s and style I will get wild Feel my file Conceptually ahead by miles Who's to blame when your lyrics are lame? No octane just can't play the game quite the same I'm in the pa**ing lane Shoooom I go by you like a Japanese bullet train I heard you trying to damage my name But can...you...stand..the...rain? The one's I don't k** go insane f** the flamboyant MC I come plain (complain) What you tryin' for? What you lyin' for? You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for? So lets settle the score with rhythmic metaphor Strickly the motherf**in' God core So I say Hook Verse 2: So I leap through And dominate the microphone I speak through I'm writtin' for the people bite if you need to I can see through And see dat You saw an MC and tried to be dat That MC you saw ME Can you believe dat? And agree dat True lyrics will always suffice? And R.E.A.L. meanin' Rhymes Equal Actual Life Is the true essence and ebony Trace your record sales G Somethings are pure luck others things are meant to be I bet they'll mention me In the next century "KRS-One innovator in early rap poetry" Simotainusly you will be forgotten While in the year 2000 'Criminal Minded' will STILL be rockin' You waste your time battlin' me I got mine happenin' see You should of thought G You should of thought sooner instead of battlin' me you need to plan your longevity Before you die broke like Sammy Davis Jr. The solar followed by the lunar Followed by the solar Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola The point is that Whatever the outcome of the battle the battle goes on with more french fries and soda So I say... Hook Verse 3: Pa** the ? Pa** it over here beginner Battlin' me ain't worth it just to say you are the winner You'll still be rippin' parties, no *I'll* still be rippin' parties You'll still be eatin' McDonalds for dinner So all you teeny weeny iddy bitty yellow polka dot MCs I travel the world while you stuck around the way You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs trapped inside your city (ha ha) Turn off your mic you got nothing else to say So back up from my yard Move from the door You name ain't Funkmaster so what you Flexin' for?