KRS-One Speech

Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting
As the Blastmaster KRS-One
Bringing you 60 minutes of funk
With my man Funkmaster Flex so I say

Me never never never cross over
Me never never never never
Go commercial la la

You ain't major you minor
Get behind a real rhymer
Graff writer, chart climber, path finder
Rewinder a minute
That ass let me get WAY up in it
Now you did it you steppin' to me like you
Some type of lyrical chef
But like Coolio said G you
Better make a leeeft
Now you in the party actin' hard
You need to be home asleep so you can
Wake up early and get a job
Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin'
Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
MC's today are too pretty what a pity
I represent the city where it's gritty
And grimy I'm furious you're curious
Just try me if you're serious
Who's your trainer I'll smash you in
The face with a bottle
Hit the toggle switch back to a role model
You Benedict Arnold i'll calm you
You ain't wild I heard this kid
In Brooklyn do the same style
Timing for timing your rhymin'
And with that biddy bye bye follow me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics are lame?
No octane just can't play the
Game quite the same i'm in the passing lane
Shoooom I go by you like
A Japanese bullet train
I heard you trying to damage my name
But canyoustandtherain?
The one's I don't kill go insane
Fuck the flamboyant MC I come plain
(complain) what you tryin' for?
What you lyin' for?
You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for?
So lets settle the score
With rhythmic metaphor
Strickly the motherfuckin' God core so I say

So I leap through
And dominate the microphone I speak through
I'm writtin' for the people bite
If you need to i can see through and see dat
You saw an MC and tried to be dat
That MC you saw ME can you believe dat?
And agree dat
True lyrics will always suffice?
And REAL meanin' Rhymes Equal Actual Life
Is the true essence and ebony
Trace your record sales G
Somethings are pure luck others things
Are meant to be i bet they'll mention me
In the next century
"KRS-One innovator in early rap poetry"
Simotainusly you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000 'Criminal
Minded' will STILL be rockin'
You waste your time battlin' me
I got mine happenin' see
You should of thought G
You should of thought sooner
Instead of battlin' me you need
To plan your longevity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis Jr
The solar followed by the lunar
Followed by the solar
Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola
The point is that
Whatever the outcome of the battle
The battle goes on with more
French fries and soda so I say hook

Pass the? Pass it over here beginner
Battlin' me ain't worth it just to
Say you are the winner
You'll still be rippin' parties, no
I'll still be rippin' parties
You'll still be eatin' McDonalds for dinner
So all you teeny weeny iddy
Bitty yellow polka dot MCs
I travel the world while you
Stuck around the way
You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs
Trapped inside your city (ha ha)
Turn off your mic you got nothing else to say
So back up from my yard move from the door
You name ain't Funkmaster so
What you Flexin' for?