One Shot KRS-One & Buckshot (Ft. Pharoahe Monch)

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
I go on and on, my philosophies are strong
As you can see, these other old schoolers are gone
I'm on top of New York like King Kong
These other sounds are falling, ring the alarm
I wear rappers out like Sean John
Hit 'em like a bong, blow 'em out like Chong
Y'all got it all wrong
If you a true artist, you know it ain't all about selling songs
It's all about letter wars and metaphors
Creating better tours, I think y'all better pause
I spit just because and rip rappers for the love of it
Ah, man, for the fuck of it
I'd rather fast and pray
But y'all wanna thug this shit, so let's get these guns out
Others donate, from my hands
It's in your pocket pulling all your funds out

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
Yes, KRS-One, Buckshot, split it
Up the middle you only get one shot
Get it? One Shot? Meaning half of both of their names
Or better yet, I figure you better have aim
Now pick a style, any style, choose one
Political rap, conscious, crap, guns
The score's tied, no time on the clock
Better hit the bulls-eye, see what you got, one shot