Krs-one - The Teacha Returns lyrics

Bam Beatz on this one, let's rock out! Taking you low... This The Teacha, I do this for life Plus I'm psychic, but I ain't gon tell you who's doing your wife You ain't raw like the coke in your rhyme recital You been cut so much, you starting to look suicidal You trifle, trifling, you need to stop and listen You need to hear 2Pac when he was locked in prison Man, for real, I'm expanding This ain't whiling out, you'll get nicked with two cannons Your team's not loyal, you're not harming me son If I said "Who wanna go on tour?" you'd be an army of one What's that sh** around your mouth man, cum?! Face the fact, you lost, we got it, we won You better off trying on some lottery run Then to go against The Teacha, I put the Glock to you dunn I be rockin' them drums, all you doing is shoutin' What's your address, 69 Brokeback Mountain?! It seems my sk** you doubtin' I spit lyrics, I flow like a fountain Listen, you'll get crushed like a kush going into my blunt I take it way back, all you do is front! Yeah... haha, ha... Yeah, yeah... KRS! Spit-tacular, you spit at me, I spit it back at ya I'm an emcee, not an actor My lyrics won't trap ya, they'll free ya But rappers still wanna test The Teacha, let 'em have it! What you in my face for, in my space for? This is what you rappers get smacked in your face for Y'all talk about cutting the ba** raw But you draw the cops, this what you get chased for I'm forever above your world in whatever you do Rappers, I will level your crew When I'm through, they won't even be able to TELL if it's you I'm an emcee, this tradition goes back to Pebbly Poo Man, I speak the truth, I'mma show you what God is I heard your CD; from the start, it was GARBAGE! Click, click, click, I load the cartridge Look in the palm of my hand man - THAT'S where your heart is!