KRS-One — Tight

[Verse 1] Let the drums rip Woo Yeah Turn my voice up a little bit I don't deal with silly shit I am not illiterate Gun clapper, street rapper this is what you're dealing with Boom bap, new rap only the real feeling it Truth I'm revealing it, beef I ain't dealing with Others put their [?] to the beat and make a meal of it I'm the quiet type, banana clip I'm concealing it Kick up on you with the banana and start peeling it Hit the captain and America, no time for shielding it Their crew got nicked with the fury, I'm real with it Flow so sick I should be healing it But instead I'm on the German autobahn wheeling it You heard these millionaire, now hear a skillionaire Rich with the skill and the cut, people I drill them there Yeah savage, you can hand them out No silverware, true legend No jewels, black gorilla wear Yeah where them skills at, Imma drill that Too many rappers claiming OG and still wack They sleeping and you can see how they act Red pill, blue pill, I gave the red pill back So I hear what they mumble 'bout me me but it don't penetrate Young rappers want to be large and diss whoever's great Me, I'm a legend been busting weapons since '88 Blast off the top of your dome, let it ventilate Skills I will demonstrate, lyrical rap heavyweight You ain't never heard of this feature, you bitches hella late You better wait, KRS is never fake That wack shit that sells out the culture I'll never make That boom bap raw speak op who generate I stay ahead, like you 8 o'clock, I'm ten to eight I got ends to make with the bass kicking These rap turkeys are fishing for beef but stay chicken My rhyme style finger licking, keep mixing no quitting No need for a vacation you tripping Tock ticking, Imma spit this right Like handcuffs you gotta say this shit is tight [Verse 2] Let me get to it Yo Drum ready I'm about to begin You've been living without well try living within You heard these others speak but I am not them They talk paper but here's what I do with the pen Sword in the air I don't fear anybody We was criminal minded when they was on the potty Been spiritual minded the devil can't stop me Been politica minded, nope they can't lock me This is an original, not a copy Me and the mic we got together like swordfish with aki Mashing any jam, and club, any party Same shoes, same views, black tee, hair knotty You could be stoned and you still can't rock me You could be wood and you still can't knock me Properly fulfilled and they still want to mock me Behold it's obvious, the universe got me Skill, that's my credential When my words get sent to your mental they turn sentimental No I will not be gentle Most rappers are followers The only thing they lead was a pencil Money won't defend you When I A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M end you I'm that raw shit, hip hop call of war shit That DJ and MC shit tagging, breaking on the floor shit Street lyric you heard it I never lost it Like Yasiin Bey I'm bringing you more shit Double metaphors it's hard to target Effortless I flow like a shower no need to force it You saw it real shit you the witness, the listener I stand behind my bars like a prisoner Yeah Imma spit this right And like them handcuffs you gotta say this shit is tight [Outro] Ah shay To the ancestors Ah shay Let them drums rip