Wannabemceez Lyrics - Krs-one - Krs One

"One two, testing one two 

Alright party people in the place to be 

The party has already started 

An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*" 

Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC 

where glamour and glitter don't matter gently 

I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty 

Classical like a German luger 

Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper 

Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT 

The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it 

Hear it my spirit is where it should be 

Don't push me if you pussy, HUH 

I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz 

I got em, KRS got skills in the place 

I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill 

As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill 

Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment 

Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it 

Your album, rewrite it 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

Triplet syllables for minimal criminals 

Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle 

Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills 

The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit 

will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it 

Ricochet any style any day 

Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade 

The advanced oratorical techniques I speak 

Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar 

with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day 

and crack the back of that DJ 

I'm strappin and attackin a pack 

And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT 

Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy 

Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G 

G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill 

Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills 

We built and killed style and skill 

while poetically recriminate you like a child I will 

get ill, and switch to earn 

Cause I prefer to slur but not blur 

Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it 

be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it 

Observe me then beat it 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me 

The voice from New York City is too witty 

I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter 

fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me 

Nowhere, that I ain't been to 

You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through 

Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you 

*cause they can't MC* 

But what you really sayin 

You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying 

"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing! 

Switching and swaying 

Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out 

Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out 

The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 

?No great area? 

Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier 

Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience 

But lyrically there ain't no stoppin 

I'm droppin a lot in your noggin 

Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin 

Carbon, your name, battle battle 

Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE 

Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure 

I feel for ya soldier 

I hate to say it but I told ya so 

You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One 

is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo 

You want a fresh style let me show you slow 

your blow, I'm not your foe 

Battling me? No no no no no no NO! 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

How many MC's, wannabemceez 

Never be MC's, cause they can't MC 

If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!! 

BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue 

General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah 

Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do 

Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head 

Gwan