|
[Featuring KRS-One]
|
Intro: KRS-One
|
Music please
|
Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy
|
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
|
It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
|
My name is KRS-One
|
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
|
Cause we can never be toys
|
Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe
|
Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
|
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with
|
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
|
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
|
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
|
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
|
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
|
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
|
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
|
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
|
Which borough, is the thorough
|
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
|
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
|
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
|
with a slab of this lyrical dope shit
|
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
|
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
|
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
|
Will I fail? I doubt it
|
I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
|
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
|
In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
|
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
|
I be touring, while you be home taping
|
So what punk, you could battle in a second
|
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record
|
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
|
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
|
Chorus:
|
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
|
"Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown" - Kool G Rap
|
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
|
"Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - Kool G Rap
|
Verse Two: Fat Joe
|
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up
|
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
|
All we do is spark izm and get cash
|
Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
|
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
|
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
|
Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
|
Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh)
|
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
|
c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
|
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
|
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth
|
inning
|
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
|
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
|
It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
|
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
|
These motherfuckers don't want it
|
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
|
Chorus
|
Verse Three: KRS-One
|
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
|
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
|
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your
|
boss
|
With KRS-One up in your memory
|
I know your kind, you rap write
|
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
|
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
|
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather
|
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
|
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
|
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
|
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
|
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
|
Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad
|
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up
|
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em)
|
Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
|
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Bronx Tale
|
| Fat Joe |
