Yeah, turn my voice up Yeah, you make the base bump, you know that Yo Foxxx, what up man? You killed it on this shit Listen to the track, this goes back Stripped down, cats don't get down like this But true revolutionaries get down like this Street activists be surrounding Kris I gets down, I don't just pound my fist Greedy executives, y'all can like drown in piss Cause raw Hip Hop, man it sounds like this I got pounds of this, I spit rounds of this Man pass me the mic, I go to town on this Walk out with a cap and gown on Kris Cause I graduate, man I'm glad they hate this I flow cause I never hesitate, I'm wait-less Some of y'all can't take this I'm like the ocean, you what a lake is Yo, who wanna "rhyme on"? You cats backing up When the Blastmaster KRS start acting up Yeah that gat be up, six-five, I strut with two legs I see the top of all of you's heads And that's symbolic of Hip Hop It's like a jungle sometimes and we like the treetops Cause when I always spit fly, and rappers get sprayed I always was taught man, never to be afraid Who wanna "rhyme on"? Always spit fly and never be afraid, I'm timeless We the plus man, they the minus Nothing sounds like us These rappers are starting to sound like the black versions of Imus Me? I'm [?] and writing on papyrus We old school, don't try us Let me ask, who wanna "rhyme on"? Let me get this rhyme on, let me turn my sign on These lyrics will shine on If this ain't Hip Hop then I'm wrong And I'm a be wrong, cause this is it I take it all the way back to the boom, the boom, the bip KRS-One, who's gonna jump on this?