You Really Don’t Want It KRS-One

[Hook]
My rhymes still be ill
You don't really want it
I suggest you chill
You don't really want it
#1 I'm still
You don't really want it
The prophecy is fulfilled
You don't really want it
KRS in the streets
You don't really want it
I drop the rawest beats
You don't really want it
No ice just heat
You don't really want it
Playa face defeat

[Verse 1]
That was a nice try Nelly, I don't mean to be bold
But put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on hold
And let's get down to the facts of the matter
In the dictionary, under whack rap: you the rapper
It's simply 'cause you're lacking the spectacular vernacular
And hip hop's character seems to be in back of ya
Either that or you're truly amateur, I'm asking ya:
How does it feel to have the whole world laughin' at ya?
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets, you was made on MTV
How you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?
When you steady guzzling them pills for your acne?
My nose comes from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you eatin' the wrong things
Your words don't make me hurt, they make me work
You'll hurt when you find it's you gettin' jerk
I tell ya, it don't take me to say
Don't buy your album, street cats ain't buyin' it anyway
You tellin' me make up my mind
Yet on your album, you don't know if you wanna sing, or rhyme