Show Shocked

Yeah, my next piece goes out to you internet bitches

Hiding behind texts and shit

First of all, y'all don't really grab mics man

You be in the studio with the mic in the mic stand

On your knees you supposed to fall

I'm just superior clearly, I'm over y'all

When you stall, really, you call in dad

Talk hefty, I'm a put you in a garbage bag

All them theatrics be wack shit for sure

You the reason people don't like rap no more

You ain't fresh guy, I bought your CD

Listened to it and took that wack shit back to Best Buy

You'll need "TLC" like Left-Eye

I'll smash him, him, you and your next guy

You'll be like "KRS why?"

When I come to your day job and hang you from your neck tie

Your whole shit's fake, your manager hyped you

Y'all like two bitches, kiss like dykes do

Yeah, how would ya like it if I rocked just a little bit?

Oh, how would ya like it if I ripped just a little bit?

If I spit just a little bit?

Rip mics just a little bit?

Light blunts just a little bit?

Tote guns just a little bit?

My name reigns supreme in every rap index

I'll spray your brains on the windowpane like Windex

You wearing fishnets, peep it

We not the same, I'm jeans and scully, you Victoria's Secret

You not on that street shit, you ain't getting skrilla

You rapping cause you a wack drug dealer

So what's it gonna be? Rapping or dealing?

You can't serve two gods, I'm capping and peeling

What happened? You kneeling, your legs got no feeling

Cause when the gun went under your chin, your brain hit the ceiling

We invented this shit, to them cops you be squealing

Your whole Marvin is Gay, you need Sexual Healing

Them cars I be wheeling, you dudes into stealing

From the weak, I'll leave you in the passenger seat

I'll teach a class in a week, bust yo ass in the street

We get more intelligent after I speak

Yeah, how would ya like it if I rocked just a little bit?

Oh, how would ya like it if I ripped just a little bit?

Yo, the Teacha KRS, I got Hip Hop on me

Before Hip Hop, a lotta y'all dudes was corny

You thug? I don't really see it B

I remember when all y'all was dressing like Run-D.M.C.

But actually it was your parents, they were fans

You a fan, it's apparent, you're all transparent

See-through, I would never be you

You rap but really, really nobody believes you

They just like the beats you do

In a real club I'm eating you, Glock greeting you

Peekaboo, I'm that Teacha who

Made an appointment for his bullets to meet with you

Are you available? They'll come around two-thirty

I'm with the clean-up crew, aren't you dirty?

You heard me, man I take your heart

When the show start, I show art like Mozart

I take you back to [?], these rappers got no heart

They not shell shocked, they show shocked, huh

I rock spots with no cop

All in your face like Botox, you like your old pops

You ain't running no blocks

Y'all dudes is corny, chasing ice and cream like Mistee Softee

Get off me, your shit is wack man, you lost me

Yeah, how would ya like it if I rocked just a little bit?

Oh, how would ya like it if I ripped just a little bit?

If I spit just a little bit?

Rip mics just a little bit?

Light blunts just a little bit?

Tote guns just a little bit?