KRS-One - MC's Act Like They Don't Know lyrics

Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic
And Premier's on The Breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop

If you don't know me by now
I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to
Smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer
As I leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data
Blastmaster knowledge Reigns Supreme Over
Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids
Callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp
Hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know

This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm
In your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with
Rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's
Go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact
That they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit
You ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit
Your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get
I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments
My style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip
Hop it unlock your head, i knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit
You can't get with it

MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know

Some MC's don't like the KRS
But they must respect him
Cos they know this kid gets
All up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em
Disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can
Mimic a style like mine
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines
Always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew
They start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tango with
The likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your
I's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can
Divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad izm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em

MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know
MCs act like they don't know