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Featuring fat joe
Some fear de 'matic
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Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic
Disrespect from mc's me nah go have it
De automatic get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy mc's waste they time chasin millions
While krs one holds the minds of the children
I'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project housin
A true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the center
I enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin beats like cars, i'm bendin mad fenders
Put down your mic and surrender
Youse a pretender, blastmaster krs rules the pavement
Kickin edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend before your chest i cave it in
I got my way again, i'm classical like a fuckin harley davidson
How do you think i kick a lyrical style no and you figure
It's simple, i'm a rap god, and youse a nigga
Don't mean i'm bigger, it simply means i'm smarter
For starters, i come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from mc's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
(word) krs-one will fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin out in prospect park
Eatin one meal every 48 hours
Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
Don't you realize, that i'm all about survival
I got only friends cause i killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from mc's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40 days, and 40 nights in the wilderness