Featuring ill will
Intro
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[d.j. premier]
Tellinand' it like it is right about now d.j. premier is in the
Motherfuckinand' house and shit ya know what iand'm sayinand'? but yo
Yo kris run that shit ya know what iand'm sayinand'? that that shit
My joint. run that motherfucker...itand's only right kid...
[krs one]
(do it do it do it...)
Drop that bassline...
You want lyrics? we give ya lyrics. check it out now, one time...
(do it, do it, do it...)
When we come in all de dance and'nuff d.j.and's shut up, woy!
Gal! will ya come slap dem up
When we come in all de dance and'nuff d.j.and's shut up, woy!
Ill will, slap dem up
Verse
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[ill will]
Mcand's get ate, get broken like a pretzel
And get dissed if they ever try to step to
They canand't take a mc with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit [but sink no motherfuckinand' ships]
Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips
Watch another rapper body get stiff
Just like in church, we pass the basket
As i preach over his casket
Fuck it, kick the body right over
And say andquot;see ya, hmm...nice to know yaandquot;
Got another rapper to see
Yo kris, bust that ass [certainly]
[krs-one]
If youand're shiverinand' get off the pot
Let the original rapper rock the spot
You stand there and jock, goinand' [mumbles]
This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to kris
Chattinand' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness
Itand's me rippinand' this for self, where else ya lookinand'?
I got more rhymes than all the jamaicans in brooklyn
So beat it or be seated, gee iand'm mad undefeated
Young boy, you canand't see me, run along and make pee-pee
I was rockinand' rhymes when andquot;la-di-da-diandquot; was a demo
Admit you been on my tip for years and just canand't seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle krs quick
I bet the minute you get home youand'll get your ass whipped
Crazy ill mad styles is what i giveand'em
Not a run-of-the-milland'em, i drilland'em, i got ridiculous rhythm
None of my styles you can get withand'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get some so i can killand'em
[ill will]
Well i roll by myself but donand't let it fool ya
If i got beef my crewand'll damn step to ya
We donand't play no games, iand'll come straight to your rest
Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest
[well that was fresh]
[krs-one]
A fad doesnand't fill the bill, but mad skills will
Donand't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still
Greed will lead your need to succeed
But your speed, your speech
Your outreach is a breach of what i teach
For lyrical styles youand're a leech
If i was spanish iand'd say, [andquot;you lie like a beechandquot;]
Wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow...
Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard
But youand're really a bitch, when you get it together
Call me, hereand's my card
Check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour
Lyrical talent, imagination and flavour
I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt
Thinkinand' youand're hard because you wear a gangsta t-shirt
Iand'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt
Black, youand'll come up dizzy sayinand' andquot;how da fuck he do dat?andquot;
and'cause youand're yappinand' like you canand't be reached
If your name ainand't arrested development, well save your speech
Time to ill, i got mad skills to fill
Not a fake, i got more styles than drakeand's got tasty cakes
Gotta be the best gee, donand't try to test me
Youand'll get jacked son, even if your name is not jesse
Letand's be up front when i meet ya
Peace, uh, iand'm the motherfuckinand' teacher
Outro
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When we come in all de dance and'nuff d.j.and's shut up, woy!
Gal! will ya come slap dem up
When we come in all de dance and'nuff d.j.and's shut up, woy!
Gal! will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up...
(do it, do it, do it...) x2
Yo...south bronx, south south bronx
South bronx, south south...yo, uptown
Brooklynand's in the house, lemme tell ya and'bout staten island
What about...queens?
