[Hook]
Ya feel dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
You can feel dat (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
[Verse One]
Show me an MC that think he's too hot
Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's not
Blowin' the whole spot up when I spit up
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up
My wrists ain't lit up
I don't even live that life
Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife, you see...
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine
You got it, fine
But what about that rhyme?
Can you rhyme?
Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha!
Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go?
Or is the record company the pimp and you the hoe?
Let's go
[Hook]
Ya feel dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
Can you feel dat (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
You need dat
[Verse Two]
I write my own books like I write my own hooks
Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook
They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM!
Platinum rappers be hidin' out in they dressin' rooms
Yo, get away from me
You got a million dollar video, but I'm the one they wanna see
The capital E-M-C-E-E
A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie
I'm out
Confident, no doubt
I get what I gotta get, when I spit I don't shout
This New Yorker
Kris Parker's a quick talker
You can get what I spit or get click-clocker
Overseas, I got degrees as a hip-hopper
Where they speak, eat and drop the beats proper
Street doctor
I'm Brown and Foxy like the Ill Nana
Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter
[Hook]
Ya feel dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
You hear dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Can you believe that?
[Verse Three]
Radio
These suckers never play me or Chuck
But do think we really give a...
South side, west side, east side, north
I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off
I come from that place where you cats can't face
Where cops can't chase or invade my space
We turn up the bass
You tremble in the place
Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste
Hoes we don't chase or kiss
They know they place with Kris or Christ
They'll lose their life
You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife
But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife
Choose your gat, choose your rat
When the smoke clears you'll be like, "God damn! Who was that?!"
Loosen that noose around your neck and back
Embarassing blacks?
Ain't no respect in that!
[Hook]
Ya feel dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Ya see dat? (HO!)
Ya hear dat? (HO!)
Can you believe dat? (HO!)
Ya follow dat? (HO!)
Could it be dat? (HO!)
You gon' swallow dat? (HO!)
You believe dat? (HO!)
[KRS-One]
Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)
Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)
Yo!
All my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)
Yo, yo!
All my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)
Yo!
We out!
(Sure shot)
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