[KRS-One]

Get out of the car now!

Woop-woop-woop

Pull over

Your rhymes is wack

Haha

Comin through on the track

KRS-One Rascalz like that

You'll get jerked, up in the neighborhood I run berserk

Respect the Phase 2, respect to Kool Herc

Time to do work, the microphone expert

When the plug insert the mixer, I spurt

I'm quicker to pick a rhyme and blow-blow your mind

If you look closely you'll see the stop sign

Cause my lyrical physique is tweaked to its peak

I'm brand new, at the same time antique

MC's be tongue-in-cheek when they speak, yet my technique is unique

I rock from here to Mozambique, you go take a leak

Your dialogue is analog, mystical digital is my lyrical catalog

Hogging rappers, clogging up rappers, smogging up rappers

KRS is mind-boggling

Eatin rappers like a White Castle with no hassle

As I unmask you the sixth member of the Rascalz

KRS-One from the Bronx, representin as we stomp, there is no comp

From America to Canada, lyrical stamina

Comin through like that on the track

Where you at

[Hook: Red 1] + (KRS-One)

Right here, so tell me what you want from me

(Where you at?)

Yo, right here where I'm supposed to be

(Where you at?)

Underground with that hip-hop sound

(Where you at?)

With the heads that be holdin it down

[Red 1]

Hey yo my turn to catch wreck, feel the effect when it connects

The body checks, the rowdy roughneck is on set

Intellect gun cocked, ready with target on lock

Unorthodox is my style cause it's for the hard knocks

Baldhead and dreadlocks yo, strictly hip-hop

We blow the shots and then escape from the cops

Cause we Criminal Minded and rhymin with timin

Like world domination we're custom-designin

Reclinin, so pass the hydro, let me hit it

Yo, I'm with it and committed for life, can you dig it?

The way we live it, we raw dogs with no muzzle

We don't shoot, we guzzle, and leave a puddle

To mark my spot so you'll never be where you should not

Yo, it's the Bronx and Van City just in case you forgot

Rascalz and KRS with the real hip-hop

Still housin in 2000 and we ain't gon' stop

[Misfit]

Hey yo check it as I open your eyes, it's the Mr. Realize

I got the mic control, so now we bound to capsize

I flip a 48 for size, spit it just to mesmerize

Tantalize and energize, as the sun rise I snatch the prize

And got you open, now you scopin just to see

How many MC's get dissed between us, don't intervene us

Plus when I bust, the impetus rush my conscious

To spit dope lines that make your heads fly like Pegasus

Yo, when I rhyme my gift is like genocide or homicide

I can't see any race that's safe and petrified

So I stab your third eye, make you see why we're too wise

The 3 guys that spit it on the mic bonafide

Ain't a MC from east to west blazin like Waco Tex'

Stop your heart and chest, make you feel it like stress

That tailor-made from KRS and Rascalz manifest

Beats to digest to get your head blessed like smokin sess

[Hook: Red 1] + (KRS-One)