(hook):

my rhymeskill be ill

you dont really want it

i suggest you chill

you dont really want it

number one im still

you dont really want it

the prophecy is fulfilled

you dont really want it



krs in the streets

you dont really want it

i drop the rawest beats

you dont really want it

no ice just heat

playa, face defeat

you dont really want it



(verse 1):

that was a nice try nelly, i dont mean to be bold

but that put that "hot hmm hrr" bullshit on hold

and lets get down to the facts of the matter

in a dictionary, under "wack rap" you the rapper

simply cause youre lackin the spectacular binocular

and hiphops character seems to be in back of ya

either that, or youre truly amateur, im askin ya

how does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya

you just too stupid to see

i was made on the streets, you was made on M-T-V

how you gonna talk about my nodes to attack me

when you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne

my nodes come from a line of kings

your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things

your words dont make me hurt they make me work

youll hurt when you find its you gettin jerked

i tell ya, it dont take me to say

dont buy ya album, street cats aint buyin it anyway

you tellin me make up my mind

yet on your album you dont know if you wanna sing or rhyme



(hook)



(verse 2):

you tryin to diss me? how

if it wasnt for the true school, your bitchass wouldnt be here now

blao blao, show me respect from the gate

or imma have to drown you kids like Angia Yates

you cant handle a break

im a flamethrower, you a Bic lighter

you think im cocky cause you a dickrider

i spit tighter, im not like all the rest

im not a playa but i did stay at a holiday inn express

so nevertheless im gonna teach ya teacher

but when them slugs hit ya, youll be screamin momma "i Yi i Yi"

you never seen me sing?

you dont know what i bring?

youll be singin the blues like BB King

im all about the unity of miss and mistas

you all about grabbin money and dissin our sistas

take your ass back to TV land

and let this be a lesson, you can't see me man



(hook)



(verse 3):

just when i thought i could do my gospel, and become an apostle

i gotta hold and get hostile

i dont mean to knock you nelly

but aint you that MTV house nigga wit a smile like jelly?

imma do this by the book, for the art

i heard what you said on BET's 106 and park

but what you dont know, is right around the corner of third

i hold a desert eagle, and no its not a bird

you sound absurd, you gonna bring me back

i taught all year round the spot, B pat

you copycat, with sloppy raps

you chill with N'sync, i chill where hiphop be at



(hook)