Em G Em Am
Em G Em Am
Em G Em Am
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Em G Em Am
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop Of course we don't flip flop
[Verse 1]
Em G
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
Em Am
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
