KRS-One - Mortal Thought lyrics

You never will conquer the champion
Ooh-wee ooh you never will conquer the
Champion, come down, my selecta
Adjust that treble right now, adjust the bass
Turn it up, stop frontin', c'mon, turn it up
Alright, check it out, '93 lyrics, here we go

I never want a Jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has
Got to be strictly Black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must rock the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap-
​anese, I got to show you that I am all that
So I must rock the mic

Are you tired of lyrical liars
Passing fliers
Wannabe emcees, but really good triers
Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored?


A total fraud, this kind of
Thing I can't afford, so I
Pick up the mic and kill it, ill it
Top bill it the club is a skillet where
Emcees get fried in it
You got beef, chill it, blood, I spill it
After seven long years of ripping the
Party and I'm still with it
You call my name
I don't think about suing ya
I come to the club with that booyaka
Laughin' while I'm doin' ya
The crowd is booin' ya
Gimme one month, record for record or tape
I'll ruin ya some likkle old pon sound bwoy
Wan fi rule de city
His style is lookin' pretty
Beats and rhymes are dibby-dibby
Here comes the root-ical radical teacha
I'll eat ya, defeat ya
Beat ya 'til ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
You'll be goin' through convulsions
As I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper
Now what's the matter?
You're full of more junk than a sausage
Let me show you what a real hip-hop artist is

My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick

I never want a Jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has
Got to be strictly Black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must rock the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap-
​anese, I got to show you that I am all that
So I must rock the mic

Of course, yeah
I'm the most brilliant recording
Artist in your life
Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice
Precise in a lyrical drought like water
To your lips, oh yes, my lyrics will suffice
I'm nice, like beans and rice, I am delicious
Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic
You don't want to fuck with? Kris is
Lyric for lyric, rhyme for rhyme
Style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the
Lyrics you simply makin' wishes
We got no time for fake Black
Leaders and dreamers blowin' wishes
You's a fraud
I mean a fraud like in fraudulation
I know what it is
The crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And, yes
Before the flavor hit's your greedy tongue
You get ripped up by KRS-One, now
Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics from
The lyrical terrorist?
Here's a little somethin' for you
All to remember Kris and remember this
I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
Activist revolutionist, yes
The hardest artist
And the smartest, Premier, spark this

My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick
My posse from the Bronx is thick

I never want a Jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has
Got to be strictly Black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must rock the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap-
​anese, I got to show you that I am all that
So I must rock the mic