[Hook]

Ya feel dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

You can feel dat (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

[Verse One]

Show me an MC that think he's too hot

Bring him to KRS-One, I'll show him he's not

Blowin' the whole spot up when I spit up

Knowledge Reigns Supreme, when I walk past, get up

My wrists ain't lit up

I don't even live that life

Gold, diamonds, platinum, I give to my wife, you see...

Diamonds are a girl's best friend, not mine

You got it, fine

But what about that rhyme?

Can you rhyme?

Can you spit it quick like watermelon pits at a picnic? Ha!

Or are you just dressed up with nowhere to go?

Or is the record company the pimp and you the hoe?

Let's go

[Hook]

Ya feel dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

Can you feel dat (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

You need dat

[Verse Two]

I write my own books like I write my own hooks

Step in the spot and these rappers be so shook

They don't look here cause KRS is BOOM!

Platinum rappers be hidin' out in they dressin' rooms

Yo, get away from me

You got a million dollar video, but I'm the one they wanna see

The capital E-M-C-E-E

A repitition of words, I been divorced Melodie

I'm out

Confident, no doubt

I get what I gotta get, when I spit I don't shout

This New Yorker

Kris Parker's a quick talker

You can get what I spit or get click-clocker

Overseas, I got degrees as a hip-hopper

Where they speak, eat and drop the beats proper

Street doctor

I'm Brown and Foxy like the Ill Nana

Whoever you think is hot, I'm hotter

[Hook]

Ya feel dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

You hear dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Can you believe that?

[Verse Three]

Radio

These suckers never play me or Chuck

But do think we really give a...

South side, west side, east side, north

I spit the hot flame, you get your flesh torn off

I come from that place where you cats can't face

Where cops can't chase or invade my space

We turn up the bass

You tremble in the place

Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste

Hoes we don't chase or kiss

They know they place with Kris or Christ

They'll lose their life

You don't lose if you come in two's, you and a wife

But you crews wanna be bruised, so choose your knife

Choose your gat, choose your rat

When the smoke clears you'll be like, "God damn! Who was that?!"

Loosen that noose around your neck and back

Embarassing blacks?

Ain't no respect in that!

[Hook]

Ya feel dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Ya see dat? (HO!)

Ya hear dat? (HO!)

Can you believe dat? (HO!)

Ya follow dat? (HO!)

Could it be dat? (HO!)

You gon' swallow dat? (HO!)

You believe dat? (HO!)

[KRS-One]

Let's do it! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)

Everybody up top! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)

Yo!

All my cats in the front! (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)

Yo, yo!

All my cats in the back (HO!) (HO!) (HO!) (HO!)

Yo!

We out!

(Sure shot)