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 you're thinking "Damn Kris is kinda big"

Plus he rolls with the crew that don't care

And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year

Throw your eye drops over here

I don'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 I'd be wrong

Don't even think about battling with a song

You'll be caught, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff

You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'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 you'll soon be in prison

(You a *edited*)

Who you kidding? You're only trying to rock a party

You ain'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

I'll (edited

out) like Lionel

In jail you ain't got respect

You're a fairy, I be taking your commisary

And a picture of your sister, mister

The CD is Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her

This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed

I'm just thinking long range

People died so I can rock

You think I'm g