Krs-one - Mortal Thought (i Must Roc The Mic) lyrics

Adjust that treble right now adjust the ba** Turn it up, stop frontin C'mon, turn it up Alright, check it out ninety-three lyrics, here we go Bo! I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So i must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and i play only rap I rock the african, the european, and jap Beneath i got to show you that i am all that So i must, roc, the mic Are you tired of lyrical liars, pa**ing fliers Wannabe mc's, but really good triers Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored A total fraud, this kind of thing i can't afford, so i Pick up the mic and k** it ill it top bill it The cough is a sk**et, where mc's get fried in it You got beef chill it, blood i spill it After seven long years of ripping the party and i'm still widdit You call my name i don't think about suing ya I come to the club with that booyaka Laughing while i'm doin ya the crowd is booin ya Gimme one month, record for record on tape i'll ruin ya Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wan fi rule de city His style is lookin pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby Here comes the rootical ratical teacha I'll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter You'll be goin through convulsions as i flash data Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what's the matter You're full of more junk than a sausage Let me show you what a real hip-hop artist *dj premier cuts and scratches "my posse from the bronx is thick!"* I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So i must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and i play only rap I rock the african, the european, and jap Beneath i got to show you that i am all that So i must, roc, the mic Of course yeah i'm the most brilliant recording artist in your life Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice I'm nice, like beans and rice, i am delicious Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don't want to f** with kris is Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style i break you like dishes Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you simply makin wishes We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin wishes Youse a fraud, i mean a fraud like in fraudulation I know what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy tongue You get ripped up by krs-one Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist Here's a little somethin for you all to remember kris, and remember this I am no pessimist, more of an optimist Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist And the smartest, premier, spark this *premier cuts and scratches "my posse from the bronx is thick!"* I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So i must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and i play only rap I rock the african, the european, and jap Beneath i got to show you that i am all that So i must, roc, the mic