[Doug E. Fresh]
On and on and on and on...
Yo
Freestyle flow to make the crowd just know
The old to the new, the new to the old
*Beatbreaking* the rhythm be workin up on me
The crowd be jumpin up on me, the people are waiting up on me
To enter the stage in the rage Mad Lion's out the cage
Now it's time for me to engage, uhh
And be a witness, the lyrical fitness
The ?, are you gettin this?
Next to step up, microphone checka
KRS-ONE, so come and get your wreck up!
{Yo Chris, bust dat a**...}
[KRS-ONE]
? Heaven number seven is the weapon
with the Goddess I'm steppin lyrically and never better, ya'know
I'm the difference between indo and oregano
Imagine how I fresh I am, nah I made these lyrics up a year ago
So report back you was phat, fit, ?
?, I'm lyriclishly fit
Catch me buggin on the mic every day and every night
Every hour, every second, man it don't stop
get it, get it, yes, admit it when I'm way up in it
You can't hide cuz my radar's goin BLIP BLIP BLIP
I reside in the watchtower watchin MC's land
Your career will be as short as my part in 'Who's The Man'
g****** I'm the pinnacle, yes the metaphysical
Come to you as the rap god of lyrical syllable
Fall to your knees, bring fruit, ask advice
put your rhymes on the alter, burn him as a sacrifice
The aroma reaches up to my nostril
I get hostile, your lyrics are stiff like David Koppel
Yes Premier rocks the track on time
KRS-ONE with a off the top of the head rhyme
Yeah Fat Joe, you know you got a flow
My man Doug E. Fresh down with the work of KRS
We got the Mad MC's up in the D&D
I'm out, G...
{1,2}
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!
m************ know who's the best
if it ain't Fat Joe then it must be Lord Finesse
Think not, so show what you got
But don't grab this mic, the s***'s too hot
I'm the born dealer, n**** from the Bronx
Rappers talk s*** but there's really no talk
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing!
Yeah, so Smif-n-Wessun if you're down with me
Represent one time on the M-I-C...
{Smif-n-Wessun...}
[Smif-n-Wessun]
Mr. Ripper, your
On and on and on and on...
Yo
Freestyle flow to make the crowd just know
The old to the new, the new to the old
*Beatbreaking* the rhythm be workin up on me
The crowd be jumpin up on me, the people are waiting up on me
To enter the stage in the rage Mad Lion's out the cage
Now it's time for me to engage, uhh
And be a witness, the lyrical fitness
The ?, are you gettin this?
Next to step up, microphone checka
KRS-ONE, so come and get your wreck up!
{Yo Chris, bust dat a**...}
[KRS-ONE]
? Heaven number seven is the weapon
with the Goddess I'm steppin lyrically and never better, ya'know
I'm the difference between indo and oregano
Imagine how I fresh I am, nah I made these lyrics up a year ago
So report back you was phat, fit, ?
?, I'm lyriclishly fit
Catch me buggin on the mic every day and every night
Every hour, every second, man it don't stop
get it, get it, yes, admit it when I'm way up in it
You can't hide cuz my radar's goin BLIP BLIP BLIP
I reside in the watchtower watchin MC's land
Your career will be as short as my part in 'Who's The Man'
g****** I'm the pinnacle, yes the metaphysical
Come to you as the rap god of lyrical syllable
Fall to your knees, bring fruit, ask advice
put your rhymes on the alter, burn him as a sacrifice
The aroma reaches up to my nostril
I get hostile, your lyrics are stiff like David Koppel
Yes Premier rocks the track on time
KRS-ONE with a off the top of the head rhyme
Yeah Fat Joe, you know you got a flow
My man Doug E. Fresh down with the work of KRS
We got the Mad MC's up in the D&D
I'm out, G...
{1,2}
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!
m************ know who's the best
if it ain't Fat Joe then it must be Lord Finesse
Think not, so show what you got
But don't grab this mic, the s***'s too hot
I'm the born dealer, n**** from the Bronx
Rappers talk s*** but there's really no talk
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing!
Yeah, so Smif-n-Wessun if you're down with me
Represent one time on the M-I-C...
{Smif-n-Wessun...}
[Smif-n-Wessun]
Mr. Ripper, your