featuring Mad Lion Shaggy

[Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"*

Who wan come try dis respect

De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)

Mother knows every style oh wayyy ohh

like Shaggy one called KRS [Yes!] (whooooh!)

The champagne drink rock n roll link

Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em tell em tell em)

Never know tell me go oh wayyy ohh

Yo Kali serve his head like Chef

All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo

(Rob him like dat, man now come down bring it)

Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo

(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em, yeah!)

[KRS-One]

You don't realize the magnitude I laugh at you

Flappin you rat-a-tat, you on your own avenue

while I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?"

Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you

Skill for skill you the minor we the major

I grade your whole album like a mad term paper...

ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro

Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero

Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse

Now do your plan over or get, ran over

[Mad Lion]

I be crusin down the highway, just sportin in the fly way

Turn it up a notch and de sound hits dem

Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open

to ventilate the scent from the spliff we smokin

Huff with a chop we do not

We make up a mighty powder, said scrap, last week!

We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep

Dem come rough and make you one of dem weak or

in de dance kill a watch like chicken in my pot

Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right!

Man of been to dem place, to champagne away

Sign of money, can virus strike

"I see