Yo, it's a samurai showdown. Samurai showdown. (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me?. You will die from the tip of my sword today. Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm.
See the joy of life beginning. See the joy of life beginning. Oh sweet joy!. A brand new baby boy. . My mind flashed back to the early moon. When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube.
Aww, hey, see'est le Saian, Saian. Supa Saian, Supa Saian. Got my homie DJ Love. Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian. Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that.
Yo, it's a samurai showdown. Samurai showdown. (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me?. You will die from the tip of my sword today. Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm.
Aww, hey, see'est le Saian, Saian. Supa Saian, Supa Saian. Got my homie DJ Love. Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian. Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that.
Dah dah dah. . [Chorus: x2]. Sleepin' on a master plan. (Sleepin' on a master plan). . When ya sleepin', yet I'm creepin', ya see. (When ya sleepin', I be creepin').
Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me. Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack. When I hear this song. It makes an O.G. feel phat. . Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me.
CHORUS:. Soft and wet. Soft and wet (That's how we like 'em). Soft and wet (Yo, baby, come here). Soft and wet (Yo, Hammer, bust with the Oaktown lyrics, hit me).
[KRS-One] Yeah, all my fathers. [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride to break the illusion, confusion. [KRS-One] Uh.. uh, word. [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin.
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye. Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye. Come in. . Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'. But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'.
{"Stop scheming!" - Milk Dee}. {"What more can I say?" - Milk Dee"}. {"Stop scheming!"}. . [repeat 4X]. {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"}. . {"Stop scheming!"}.
"Street Rhymer in superposition" - 4X. . [KRS-One]. But I can't go easy on 'em man. I can't go easy on 'em, hahahah. . I might've went lighter but they all biters.
They slippin' duke, you slippin' duke, you trippin' duke. Remember, you still livin' in a corporate chicken coop. With a hundred other chickens yellin' get that loot.
Bo! Boom bye bye, hip-hop will never die. Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry. You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me.
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, krs-one, rock on!. Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, krs-one, rock on!. . I'm bout to hit you wit that traditional style of cold rockin.
Hah, respect!. All crew, all massive, everywhere in the world. You practice the art of hip-hop. This goes out to every boy and every girl. . Give me relief! I sing!.
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, krs-one, rock on!. Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, krs-one, rock on!. . I'm bout to hit you wit that traditional style of cold rockin.
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel.. street gospel. . [all] South South, Bronx!. [KRS] Yo where my people at?. [all] South South, Bronx!. [KRS] Yo where my heart is at?.
Word up! It's just a little somethin to tide you over, word up. The "KRStyle" album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room. We gonna bounce these cats this year, word up.
Woop-woop! That's the sound of da police! That's the sound of the beast!. . Stand clear! Don man a-talk. You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk.