Em  G  Em Am

Em  G  Em Am
                 Em       G      Em Am
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
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Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop    Of course we don't flip flop

[Verse 1]
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If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
   Em         Am
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
    Em          G
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
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When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill"
Em            G
   Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
      Em         Am
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Em            G
Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behind
    Em    Am
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
  Em      G
Clapper,  down goes another rapper
      Em           Am
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Em            G
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Em       Am
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
 Em        G
Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
       Em         Am
There once was a story about a man named Jed
   Em            G
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
 Em           Am
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
  Em            G
Word, what go around come around I figure
 Em         Am
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
     Em     G
The tables turned as the crosses burned
          Em  Am
Remember You Must Learn
           Em      G
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
      Em         Am
I go on like a space age rocket ship
          Em        G
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
    Em            Am
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer



[Chorus]
Em    G          Em Am
Em-em,    em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em     G          Em Am
   Em-em,      em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know

[Verse 2]
Em    G
   This is what you waited all year for
    Em      Am
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
N.C.
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
N.C.
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
Em    G
    MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
 Em Am
Let's battle to see who headlines
Em     G
   Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Em      Am
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Em          G
   Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
Em           Am
  They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
Em           G
   It might be the fact that they express wackness
Em       Am
  Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
Em         G
  I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Em             Am
   Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Em             G
  Now tone it down a bit
                   Em            Am
My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
                   Em           G
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
        Em       Am                                       Em       G
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it

It split quick from the lyric
    Em      Am
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it


[Chorus]
Em    G          Em Am
Em-em,    em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em     G          Em Am
   Em-em,      em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know


[Verse 3]
Em    G
  Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
Em          Am
   Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
N.C.
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
N.C.
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Em              G
  Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine
Em     Am
  I design rhyme and get mine all the time
 Em    G
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
 Em                Am
When I roll up and rush their crew, they start bitchin'
Em          G
   I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Em         Am
   Believe they could tango with the likes of these
Em                 G
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
 Em         Am
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
 Em             G
You dope, you lied, I reside like Artifacts
Em       Am
  On the Wrong Side of Da Tracks, electrified
 Em                G
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
                Em        Am                                  Em    G
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism

As I spark mad izm
    Em Am
The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em


[Chorus]
Em    G          Em Am
Em-em,    em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em     G          Em Am
   Em-em,      em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know
Em    G          Em Am
   Em-em,     em-em,      MCs act like they don't know