KRS-One - Tight lyrics

Let the drums rip woo
Yeah turn my voice up a little bit
I don't deal with silly shit
I am not illiterate gun clapper
 street rapper this is
What you're dealing with
Boom bap, new rap only the real feeling it
Truth I'm revealing it
Beef I ain't dealing with
Others put their bread to the beat
And make a meal of it i'm the quiet type
Banana clip I'm concealing it
Kick up on you with the
Banana and start peeling it
Hit the captain and America
No time for shielding it
Their crew got nicked with the fury
I'm real with it
Flow so sick I should be healing it
But instead I'm on the
German autobahn wheeling it
You heard these millionaire
Now hear a skillionaire
Rich with the skill and the cut
People I drill them there
Yeah savage, you can hand them out
No silverware, true legend
No jewels, black gorilla wear
Yeah where them skills at, Imma drill that
Too many rappers claiming OG and still wack
They sleeping and you can see how they act
Red pill, blue pill, I gave the red pill back
So I hear what they mumble 'bout
Me me but it don't penetrate
Young rappers want to be large
And diss whoever's great
Me, I'm a legend been
Busting weapons since '88
Blast off the top of your dome
Let it ventilate skills I will demonstrate
Lyrical rap heavyweight
You ain't never heard of this feature
You bitches hella late
You better wait, KRS is never fake
That wack shit that sells out
The culture I'll never make
That boom bap raw speak op who generate
I stay ahead, like you 8 o'clock
I'm ten to eight
I got ends to make with the bass kicking
These rap turkeys are fishing for
Beef but stay chicken
My rhyme style finger licking
Keep mixing no quitting
No need for a vacation you tripping
Tock ticking, Imma spit this right
Like handcuffs you gotta say
This shit is tight

Let me get to it yo
Drum ready I'm about to begin
You've been living without well
Try living within
You heard these others speak but
I am not them
They talk paper but here's what
I do with the pen
Sword in the air I don't fear anybody
We was criminal minded when they
Was on the potty
Been spiritual minded the devil can't stop me
Been politica minded, nope they can't lock me
This is an original, not a copy
Me and the mic we got
Together like swordfish with aki
Mashing any jam, and club, any party
Same shoes, same views, black tee
Hair knotty you could be stoned and you
Still can't rock me
You could be wood and you
Still can't knock me
Properly fulfilled and they still
Want to mock me
Behold it's obvious, the universe got me
Skill, that's my credential
When my words get sent to
Your mental they turn sentimental
No I will not be gentle
Most rappers are followers
The only thing they lead was a pencil
Money won't defend you
When I A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-IJ-K-L-M end you
I'm that raw shit, hip hop call of war shit
That DJ and MC shit tagging
Breaking on the floor shit
Street lyric you heard it I never lost it
Like Yasiin Bey I'm bringing you more shit
Double metaphors it's hard to target
Effortless I flow like a shower
No need to force it
You saw it real shit you the witness
The listener
I stand behind my bars like a prisoner
Yeah Imma spit this right
And like them handcuffs you gotta
Say this shit is tight

Ah shay to the ancestors
Ah shay let them drums rip