Now what you hear is not a test
(cut up 4x by dj premier)

Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some mcs have luck but suck
So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
Cause Im mad like a pit when my man says, sick em
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what Im about and
They try to analyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death, dont ask me to sympathize
Realize, that Im not to be played with
Ill flip so fast, you wont know Im the same kid
Im tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney, that went out like pro-keds
Youve got no leads, so you shoot blanks
Its me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
Im the dominant one, call me the prominant one
And as Im speakin Ill be bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin mcs with ease like its lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
Ill bust that butt from nighttime til morning
Your songs boring, and so Im scoring
Much points cause when its time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
And thats just in case you might be wearin a vest
Cause youre simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
Take a rest

If this meaning doesnt manifest, put it to rest --> krs-one
(dj premier cuts 2x)

Dont ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
And concise with a nice dope voice and
Killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
Punks are thinkin theyre alla that, their voices are all flat
Theyre findin their names, in a wack rappers almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way jose
Ill seek out a better sound, to somethin premier plays
Days will go by, and soon youll know why
Mcs like me will rise like the enterprise
Starship, headin straight for the target
Destination, a place where no perpetration
Is permitted, the guru is with it to explain
How some mcs are scared to ride on a four train
Or any other train in the city, for that matter
Playin a role that they stole like a batter
But I know they aint so Ill paint the real picture
My vocals go solo and like a bolo Ill hitcha
Square in your face Ill crack your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
Im gonna bust that bubble on the double take a rest

(dj premier cuts take a rest for the chorus)

Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
But you cant blame me, for bringin disaster
With all these ducks, claimin that theyre the masters
Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
Now theyre wondering how they lost their touch
Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
Im the innovative one, call me the creative one
And I wont stop til the job is done
All the slobs just run when I come to get some
Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
They get bust you can trust cause I wont let a
Booty-ass rapper get wins against me?
I guarantee that I wont act friendly
Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick
No substance, no value, but nevertheless
Theyre gettin daytime play but I still say they should take a rest

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