Yeah we in there yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
The type of lyrical terrorism i present
Educates people at the same time pays my rent
You be hearing me now for the past 12 semesters
When a sucker steps up i had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid
But youand're thinking andquot;damn kris is kinda bigandquot;
Plus he rolls with the crew that donand't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
Throw your eye drops over here
I donand't play that shit, i play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard criminal minded, and bit the whole shit
Now if i punch you in the face iand'd be wrong
Donand't even think about battling with a song
Youand'll be caught, your career ainand't strong enough to call my bluff
You ainand't rough, you ainand't tough, youand'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my fucking name
Blastmaster krs is thinking long range
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
Yeah we in there, like youand'll soon be in prison
(you a *edited*)
Who you kidding? youand're only trying to rock a party
You ainand't really trying to shoot nobody
So why you fronting? saying from the cops you be running
In jail in a pair of panties you look as stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Iand'll (edited
Out) like lionel
In jail you ainand't got respect
Youand're a fairy, i be taking your commisary
And a picture of your sister, mister
The cd is pee-wee herman, i ainand't trying to diss her
This ainand't no bullshit game and i ainand't changed
Iand'm just thinking long range
People died so i can rock
You think iand'm going to grab the mic and waste my nationand's time?
Step up with that weak shit
Youand're psychologically, historically, lyrically sick
Plus youand're on my dilsnick
Teaching a subject, your rhyme style ainand't correct
You know the teacherand's name
Blastmaster krs is thinking long range
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
Now that iand'm back i attack because i lack
Plus hereand's the glock, now my style is not wack
If everybodyand's going andquot;boom boom bapandquot;
Why are you going andquot;ba boom boom boom bap?andquot;
You nah give the people what they want when they ask
So when we on the mic the mic the mich i crush that ass
You donand't want to fuck with this
Itand's big kris with the hit list and nah miss
I burn you like a metal kettle
All that biddy boom bye bye bye bye boom shitand's got to settle
I got the hardcore rhyme for your mind
Take time to find that iand'm the one that rips your shit up
Huh! this is a stick up
Youand're so afraid of krs iand'll take away your hiccups
Diss me? youand'd better think about the next
I got my style from krs-one, you biting treach
Donand't you know me all the ruler?
Ram dance hall, with the styles that are newer
If you contest the show
Bdp will rock you high, then bring you down low
You know the tand'chaand's name
Blastmaster krs is thinking long range
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
