Achieving The Levels KRS-One

[Intro]
Okay, I see how you doin' it, that was dope
I got this gutter shit lined up, I know you ain't tired
What?
Ha ha ha
Really?

[Verse]
I ain't even tryin' or peekin'
I just ripped a club down last weekend
I'm no trick but I'm treating rappers like Halloween
They all costume, no substance and that's what hollow means
They really empty like a lot of fiends
They holding a hundred but they don't really know what a one-dollar means
They slaves to slave economies
Sellouts and traitors posing as hip-hop, we got a lot of these
So I be spittin' my philosophies with evidence
No doubt, this is the routе so why the hesitance?
Is it bеcause I'm spittin' with divine intelligence
And excellence and you hearing rhymes that are irrelevant?
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, KRS is how I'm spellin' it
The top one of the top five and that's the end of it
I judge my pen when I sentence it
Then imprison your mind with my penmanship, but here's some better shit
Get with me, you forgot? Let me jog your memory
I'm a Poor Righteous Teacher and a Public Enemy
Fake-ass DJs, they do not play or even mention me
I'm scary, revolutionary; fake, I will never be
Real, I'll forever be; I'm a whole different entity
I spit rhymes by the mouth and by telepathy
Health, love, awareness and wealth, that's the recipe
I'm 50 and 20-year-olds can't match the energy
On stage I'm in a rage, yeah it's like 10 of me
Disrespect the teacher, you know the penalty
KRS-One, I'm from a whole different century
I'm Paid in Full so you can ch-check out My Melody
Murderin' mics, they chargin' me with a felony
But I can't be caught because the ancestors dwell in me
Movin' with hesitancy when you mentionin' me
I'm an original MC, get your T-I-C-K-E-T
The mic grabber, beat stabber, street grammar, heat blaster
I stay chunky and hungry so I eat faster
Gobble, gobble, gobble, most rappers are hollow
So KRS-One becomes that hard act to follow
Hard beats, hard rhymes, hard cuttin'
"Wha-dot-dot-dot-dang!" gets the whole place jumpin'
This is that original Boogie Down Productions
Last of them true MCs that still function
Boom, bap, boom bap
When the mic turns on, dudes be like, "Who's that?"
Crowd rushin' in, security's like, "Move back!"
Real skill, that's what a lot of you lack
I'm turnin' on my mic to reveal a new batch
Rappers say they great, but compared to Kris, who match?
Amber alert on the phone when you snatched
How you a DJ? You ain't even start from scratch