[Featuring KRS One]



Intro:



Reak Skills Bronx Styles Cypress Av Meets Cypress Hill



Real Hip Hop Bounce To This Shit Motherfuckers READ EM!



You Know What's Up SHRAP!



Commisioner Gordon Rock On



Tony Touch Y'all Rock On



Kid Capri Yeah Rock On



DJ Kenny Coffin Yo Rock On



Verse 1:



In 199 Sess KRS Is In His Peak In



You Are Weak In And Collapse Like Mike Collect The Beacon



You Talk More Ish Than A Cellullar



You Can't Last, Just Call Me Enema



Cos I Give That Ass-troid, Heaven And Mergatroid



I'm That Six, Umm, Microphone-holdin Humanoid



Pyschological Like Sigmund Freud



But I Get Annoyed Cos These Rappers Have No Brain



These Hardcore Rappers Crack Me Up Like Cocaine



They Got No Skill Or Game



They Sellin That Commercial Let Me Say It "Ask For Minoxnial With Row



Gain"



True Skills I Will Explain



The Teacher Breaks This Whole Shit Down Plain



Chorus:



West Coast Beef Must Dead, No-ho-ho



East Coast Beef Must Dead, No-ho-ho



Time For Us To Move Ahead, No-ho-ho



B-boy Hip-hop Is Dead, No



We Must Move Ahead (x8)



Verse 2:



People Always Say When They See Us, Teach Us



So We Move By The Inch, Teachin Only Some Of It, Believe Us



Hustlas And Players And Hos Will Never Leave Us



They Been Around Since Mary Magdalene And Jesus



Run Wit It, Pimps And Players Run The Government



We Been Raised On A Tonne Of It That's Why We're Lovin It



Bein A Player Is Cool When You A Kid



Until You Get Sent Up For A Eight Year Bid



Now You Use And Abuse And Serve Like Hell



Til One Day You Are Found Face Down Upon The Ground



Two Shots To The Dome, We Need To Switch Quick



Dyin Over What You Players, I Think, Call A Bitch