Yeah ah back to that old shit! 
For all you fake ass teachers out there 
Aiyyo Kris break this shit up! 

The type of lyrical terrorism I present 
Educates people  at the same time pays my rent 
You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters 
When the suckers stepped up  I had to use the drastic measures 
I know you want to step to me kid! 
But you're thinkin'  "Damn  Kris is kinda big!" 
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care 
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 
From your eye drops a tear 
I don't play that shit, I play that hit 
Your whole gangsta image is not legit 
You heard "Criminal Minded", and bit the whole shit 
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong 
Don't even think about battling with a song 
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff 
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed 
With your ribcage crushed 
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks 
You know my fuckin' name 
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin' long range! 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 

They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison 
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) 
Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party 
You ain't really down to shoot nobody 
So why you frontin'? Sayin' from the cops you be runnin' 
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning 
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl 
Until your ass is bein' pumped by some faggot named Lionel 
In jail you ain't got respect 
You a fairy, I'll be takin' your commissary 
And the picture of your sister, mister 
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her 
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed 
I'm just thinkin' long range 
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? 
Step up with that weak shit 
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick 
Plus you're on my dick 
Changin' the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct 
You know my fuckin' name! 
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range! 
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island 
Heather B, Ska-Danks 
D-Square, Sidney Mills 
Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! 
Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) 
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! 
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! 
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! 
Southside Bronx, argh!