KRS-One — I M A M C R U 1 2

I M A MC, R U 1 2? You spell it out as each letter I said to you I M A MC, R U 1 2? That's the title of the project that I'm sending to you It's a message to MCs that whatever you do Keep your skills tight, the future is depending on you Never spit for only money or what they're handing to you Spit for the people, try to predict what your man going to do Get hungry on them, look at rappers with a cannibal view I roll with an animal crew and we battled a few But these days I'm spiting in a party after it's through Cypher style, keeping it in with a spectacular view You ain't attacking a crew, in fact we're clapping at you I wish they would, so I could snap these rappers in two I be rapping from the sound of the Kalamazoo Smacking rappers around like the tennis racquets they do I be spitting what's legitimate, factual, actual and true Put the mic down for another sound, I am not going to do I was there in the beginning, I'll be there when it's through I M A MC, R U 1 2? I M A MC, R U 1 2? If you got a chance to spit it, what you gonna do? I'm too hot to handle, too hot for fans too When I spit my MC light, they say "we cram to understand you" I stay hot like the Sudan do Open your mind, I plan to With real knowledge, nothing you can't do Knowledge Reigns Supreme on these fakers I trample Show up at the spot while they mumble and ramble Pull out the wax, burn these rappers down like a candle Watching them scramble, this is just a little example The street teacher type, at the peak of height, the leader type The street preacher type, culture keeper, divine speaker type Truth seeker type, deeper type, seeking freedom type The eager type, KRS-One, that's what he is like Making sure the family eating right while we're seeking light Real skill when I squeeze the mic you're gonna see tonight 146 and Broadway, that's the throwback Broadway RT 86, that's where the show's at Jump on the mic with no skill? You get your nose cracked Me? I was drilling them, killing them, man, you know that All Across 110 Street, Bobby Womack Youngins saying "That's the OG, that's the ol' cat" That's the teacher speaking that new rap and old rap I'm giving you your heritage back, youngin, hold that Uh huh Uh huh I M A MC, R U 1 2? I like the sound of it Only a few heads ever come around and shit No getting around this shit, I'm pounding it When I Ad Rock, I get so Beastie Boy I start growling spit You drowning in it, my flow is like the OG Kush You loving every ounce that you get I made it out of the pit, no glam and no glit This may be Run's House, but I'm the handyman pulling hammers real quick You can't touch this, with a hand or a grip Rappers avoiding the smoke like a cigarette after it's lit I spit the tactical, mathematical, actual shit After I spit, it's a grip I'm about to go get Got skills? You a rapper? This the question for you I M A MC, R U 1 2? Turn to your friends, if they spit it, ask them too I M A MC, R U 1 2?