KRS-One — Freestyle Something From Nothing: The Art Of Rap

I bust gat heat, right here at Fat Beatz My man Ice-T, that is that heat We here in LA chillin', KRS always willin', rhymes keep spillin' I'm off the top, like what, the sun My name is KRS-One, these stars, you don't see none When I come out, you see all the day These other whack rappers, we blow 'em away Why? 'Cause they don't understand my cycle I go from tape, CD, back to vinyl Shh, you cats ain't ready I take it back to RockSteady and give you a classic medley Me? I'm not B-E-T or M-T-V, I'm H-I-P H-O-P