Featuring Mad Lion Shaggy [Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"* Who wan come try dis respect De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man) Mother knows every style oh wayyy ohh Like Shaggy one called KRS [Yes!] (whooooh!) The champagne drink rock n roll link Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em tell em tell em) Never know tell me go oh wayyy ohh Yo Kali serve his head like Chef All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo (Rob him like dat, man now come down bring it) Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo (Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em, yeah!)
[KRS-One] You don't realize the magnitude I laugh at you Flappin you rat-a-tat, you on your own avenue While I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?" Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you Skill for skill you the minor we the major I grade your whole album like a mad term paper... ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse Now do your plan over or get, ran over
[Mad Lion] I be crusin down the highway, just sportin in the fly way Turn it up a notch and de sound hits dem Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open To ventilate the scent from the spliff we smokin Huff with a chop we do not We make up a mighty powder, said scrap, last week! We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep Dem come rough and make you one of dem weak or In de dance kill a watch like chicken in my pot Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right! Man of been to dem place, to champagne away Sign of money, can virus strike
"I see you move..." Look now man, look look "I see you move..." I think it's time for it
[Shaggy] Who dat from the chat with the boom shot Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash And if you don't like dat, somebody gettin bitch-slapped I'm the raggamuffin with the Dream Team KRS, Mad Lion guaranteed to make your money scream (See? All you need) rhythmatical style (Need) ya done gwan irie, peep Pump ya best if ya irie, like me Cause we don't want know si-ren, hey Nuff a rhyme works, nobody gets hurt Look up on the dancefloor, herd of nothin but skirts Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers Bitin them girls like your name was Marv Albert Baby love no fighting, come to back biting You and your girlfriend should do the right thing I'ma let this beat swing, while I think I'm the king And go rap pon a nice sexy young queen
"I see you move..." "I see you move..."
[Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"* Who wan come try, dis-respect De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man) Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy-ohh Like Shaggy, one called KRS The champagne drink, rock-n-roll link Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em, tell em, tell em) Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy-ohh
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