[Hook]
My rhymes still be ill
You don't really want it
I suggest you chill
You don't really want it
#1 I'm still
You don't really want it
The prophecy is fulfilled
You don't really want it
KRS in the streets
You don't really want it
I drop the rawest beats
You don't really want it
No ice just heat
You don't really want it
Playa face defeat
[Verse 1]
That was a nice try Nelly, I don't mean to be bold
But put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold
And let's get down to the facts of the matter
In the dictionary, under whack rap: you the rapper
It's simply 'cause you're lacking the spectacular vernacular
And hip hop's character seems to be in back of ya
Either that or you're truly amateur, I'm asking ya:
How does it feel to have the whole world laughin' at ya?
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets, you was made on MTV
How you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?
When you steady guzzling them pills for your acne?
My nose comes from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you eatin' the wrong things
Your words don't make me hurt, they make me work
You'll hurt when you find it's you gettin' jerk
I tell ya, it don't take me to say
Don't buy your album, street cats ain't buyin' it anyway
You tellin' me make up my mind
Yet on your album, you don't know if you wanna sing, or rhyme
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You tryna diss me? How?
If it wasn't for the true-school your bitch-ass wouldn't be here now
Blaow, blaow, show me respect from the gate
Or I'mma have to drown you kids like Andrea Yates
You can't handle the break, I'm a flamethrower, you a bic lighter
You think I'm cocky 'cause you a dick rider
I spit tighter, I'm not like all the rest
I'm not a playa, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express
So nevertheless I'mma teach ya, teach ya
But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screaming, "Momma, E.I.! E.I.!"
You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring?
You'll be singing the blues like B.B. King
I'm all about the unity of Miss and Misters
You all about grabbing money and dissing our sistas
Take your ass back to TV land
And let this be a lesson, you can't see me, man!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Just when I thought I could do my gospel
And become an apostle I got a whole to get hostile
I don't mean to knock you Nelly
But ain't you that MTV house nigga with a spine like jelly?
I'mma do this by the book, for the art
I heard what you said on BET's 106 and Park
But what you don't know, is right around the corner on 3rd
I hold a Desert Eagle and no, it's not a bird
You sound absurd, you gonna bring me back?
I taught all year round the [?] [?] [?]
You copycat, with sloppy raps
You chill with *Nsync, I chill where hip-hop be at
[Hook]
