[Featuring KRS One]
Intro:
Reak skills Bronx styles Cypress Av meets Cypress Hill
Real hip hop bounce to this shit motherfuckers READ EM!
You know what's up SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
Verse 1:
In 199 sess KRS is in his peak in
You are weak in and collapse like Mike collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me Enema
cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin that commercial let me say it "Ask for Minoxnial with row
gain"
True skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
Chorus:
West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
Verse 2:
People always say when they see us, teach us
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are found face down upon the ground
two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick
Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch
