The Rascals, KRS-One - Where You At lyrics

Get out of the car now! Woop-woop-woop
Pull over your rhymes is wack
Haha comin through on the track
KRS-One Rascalz like that

You'll get jerked
Up in the neighborhood I run berserk
Respect the Phase 2, respect to Kool Herc
Time to do work, the microphone expert
When the plug insert the mixer, I spurt
I'm quicker to pick a rhyme
And blow-blow your mind
If you look closely you'll see the stop sign
Cause my lyrical physique is
Tweaked to it's peak
I'm brand new, at the same time antique
MC's be tongue-in-cheek when they speak
Yet my technique is unique
I rock from here to Mozambique
You go take a leak your dialogue is analog
Mystical digital is my lyrical catalog
Hogging rappers, clogging up rappers
Smogging up rappers kRS is mind-boggling
Eatin rappers like a White
Castle with no hassle
As I unmask you the sixth
Member of the Rascalz
KRS-One from the Bronx, representin
As we stomp, there is no comp
From America to Canada, lyrical stamina
Comin through like that on the track
Where you at
Right here, so tell me what you want from me
(Where you at?)
Yo, right here where I'm supposed to be
(Where you at?)
Underground with that hip-hop sound
(Where you at?)
With the heads that be holdin it down

Hey yo my turn to catch wreck
Feel the effect when it connects
The body checks
The rowdy roughneck is on set
Intellect gun cocked
Ready with target on lock
Unorthodox is my style cause it's
For the hard knocks
Baldhead and dreadlocks yo, strictly hip-hop
We blow the shots and then
Escape from the cops
Cause we Criminal Minded and
Rhymin with timin
Like world domination we're custom-designin
Reclinin, so pass the hydro, let me hit it
Yo, I'm with it and committed for life
Can you dig it? The way we live it
We raw dogs with no muzzle
We don't shoot, we guzzle, and leave a puddle
To mark my spot so you'll never
Be where you should not
Yo, it's the Bronx and Van City
Just in case you forgot
Rascalz and KRS with the real hip-hop
Still housin in 2000 and we ain't gon' stop

Hey yo check it as I open your eyes
It's the Mr realize i got the mic control
So now we bound to capsize
I flip a 48 for size
Spit it just to mesmerize
Tantalize and energize
As the sun rise I snatch the prize
And got you open, now you scopin just to see
How many MC's get dissed between us
Don't intervene us plus when I bust
The impetus rush my conscious
To spit dope lines that make
Your heads fly like Pegasus
Yo, when I rhyme my gift
Is like genocide or homicide
I can't see any race
That's safe and petrified
So I stab your third eye
Make you see why we're too wise
The 3 guys that spit it on the mic bonafide
Ain't a MC from east to
West blazin like Waco Tex'
Stop your heart and chest
Make you feel it like stress
That tailor made from KRS
And Rascalz manifest
Beats to digest to get your
Head blessed like smokin sess