KRS-One, Mad Lion - Wannabemceez lyrics

"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to
Il-il-il-ill echoes"

Let me introduce you to another
Type of rapper MC
Where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty
Classical like a German luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving
Who am I the hyper like I said before my
Radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT
The microphone I grip-it grip-it
Lyric lyric I live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, HUH i spot em
It seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill


As I rock em and get ill
I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead
To your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still
Number one I hype it your album, rewrite it

How many MCs, wannabemceez
Never be MCs, cause they can't MC
How many MCs, wannabemceez
Never be MCs, cause they can't MC

Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard
Flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand
And still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics
Calculated to weaken the spirit
Will be diverted by this lyric
When you hear it ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish
The Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak
Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar
With stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh
Catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin and attackin a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens
FACT flamboyant and flashy is one point in
Time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill
A job to fill is to refill on skills
We built and killed style and skill
While poetically recriminate you like
A child I will get ill, and switch to earn
Cause I prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely
You don't need it
Be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me then beat it

Let's get back to the point quickly
Get with me
The voice from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You can't tell me nuttin that
I ain't been through
Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you
Cause they can't MC
But what you really sayin
You sound like a bitch-ass
Rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing!
Switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your
Styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out
Your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is
"Who let the K out?" no grey area
Everything is black and white we took
The gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin or losin
Spinnin the rules of conscience
But lyrically there ain't no stoppin
I'm droppin a lot in your noggin
Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin
Carbon, your name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE
Who knows ya, battlin me
Is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier
I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo
Money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow
Your blow, I'm not your foe
Battling me? No no no no no no NO!

If a DJ think he man den
He better prepare for war!
BDP crew get up in that ass
Like a piece of toilet tissue
General Lion I chase them all
And I am on fiyah
Represent the hardest crew
You know how we do
Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head