1-2, Here What We Gonna Do KRS-ONE & True Master (Ft. RZA)

[RZA]
Suuuuu!

[KRS-One]
I'm an emcee to the core, the core of an emcee
I spit more raw sixteens than many
The emcee rap terrain is not friendly
Haters, debaters, critics man, there's many
Rappers want to tempt me and lyrically dent me
I'm betting on them man you come up empty
The universe sent me with a rhyme dispersal
Cause you dissing the universe, we're universal
Follow your purpose, that'll never hurt you
Follow these corporations, man they'll jerk you
I got work to do, I can't flirt with you
Hip-Hop, I am that word to you
I might sound absurd to you
But has it ever occurred to you that I'll still lyrically murder you?
Run along, don't you have dirt to do?
True emcees never even heard of you
Even with a number one video we never heard of you
You stole your shine like burglars do
I'm holding mine, I'll burn your crew
You rap, emceeing's what you gotta learn to do
When people seek Hip-Hop, they don't turn to you
For the real man, there's only a few
That's KRS-One, one two, one two
Pass me the mic, here's what we gon' do