[Intro]
Down quarters, all hands man your battle stations. All hands man your battle stations. It's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a...

[Verse One: KRS-One]
I am a jealous rap god for sure, have no other rap gods before me
Kneel to these MC's and they corny
Be on thee alert, I practice
After I smirk I do work, MC's lack this, they chase skirts
All day and all night I write
Touch up your mic and make the body feel alright
MC's bite and incorrect recite
What I say on the radio late night
But their lyrical structure ain't shaped right
They don't speak right
BAM! Sleep tight
I continue yearly, to speak clearly
Professors with PhD's degrees sincerely fear me
Because I merely speak articulate
Expressing the present philosophy and shit
I captivate the audience
And oh Lord it gets
After that pure raunchiness
But let's get on with this, session
Fast
I get Ill like Al when I Skratch that ass
I'm the past, the present, the future
You'se a loser cause these bitch MC's is what ya used to
I'll do ya, no I'm doing ya, pursuing ya, putting two in ya
Booyaka, booyaka
MC's mentalities freeze when I breathe energy
High degrees, in rhythmic philosophies
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