Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills

Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all MC I kill
Come down

Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swing
With some ill mutha***kas, we don't dance and sing
In '95 we out-jinglin'
Servin' poetic justice without that ***** John Singleton

I do my thing while the fans be jealin'
Hey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him
I don't fake moves, I sc**** crews, I make brothers break, fool
Just give me a beat with a b*** groove

I'm mad funky, ask the experts
'Cause I make you bob your head until your mutha***kin' neck hurt
So don't ask me to match, gee
'Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin' it to your face like acne

Now rappers run scams and flim-flams
On how they be gettin' loose when they rusty like a tin man
They rap fast, tryin' to stack cash
But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin' half-***ed

Yellin' and screamin' like they got somethin'
When they don't got nothin', so them *****s need to stop frontin'
Talkin' how they be raggin' ****
When I don't know if them *****s are rappin'
Or talkin' mutha***kin' Arabic

They act so ill, they no frills
They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills
When I'm around y'all feel funny
'Cause I'm young makin' funds like Shaquille O'Neal, money

You want any drama? You better wear plenty armor
I cut that *** like the chef at Benny Harner's
The funky man's in it to win it
We gotta keep it real yo, no mutha***kin' gimmicks

Whoever make a hit, they the best
(That's a gimmick)
You sell records based on how you dress
(That's a gimmick)

Hey yo, that tongue-twistin' ****, that's kinda fresh
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you're soft but you're frontin' like you're stressed?
(That's a gimmick)

What's when you're only into rap to get paid?
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you're yellin' and screamin' up on stage?
(That's a gimmick)

When your career is numbered by days?
(That's a gimmick)
What's when your lyrical style is just a faze?
(That's a gimmick)

I guess yes, y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the street
Let me put my beeper on vibrate so won't hear it beep
Representin, the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it
Let it be known, KRS is not about a gimmick

I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin'
I raise the mic stand because I'm tall and I keep the crowd callin'
I'm not like those other rappers talkin' about the caps they peel
Punk, I battle MC's for real

***k a record deal when you're still into hip-hoppin'
With your country *** sound like you're still pickin' cotton
You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen
The lyrical teacher's not the one you should be checkin'

This is my era, or era or eera, whatever, I'm mad clever
I shoop, you doop, you doop like Salt-N-Pepa
Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine
When I rhyme I clean up MC's with the fresh smell of pine

I got skills and it shows, you could slow or speed up the tempo
Your style is fake like Janet Jackson's nose
I'm sellin' that real live **** and you could get hurt
You're sellin' that fake **** like the Home Shopping Network

You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second
But frankly the bottom line is, where's your hit record?
You claim I'm jockin', you claim I'm on your ****
Where's your witness?

If I'm on your ****, my name has got to be syphilis
I come with lyrical physical fitness
Two months from now you will have bit this
Watch me light that *** up like Christmas
Don't let me come out on that ***

Start flippin' the lyrics I be kickin', be hotter than curry chicken
So whether from the east or from the west, there's no other KRS
I got force I came to your town to set it off
So when Finesse goes 'hit it', I'll never mimick
KRS-One could never use a gimmick

When you're ridin the next rapper's ****
(That's a gimmick)
When you're R&B and then you cold flip
(That's a gimmick)

Start rhymin' hardcore just to get a hit
(That's a gimmick)
When yout get over but your skills ain't ****
(That's a gimmick)

When you rap but you don't have soul
(That's a gimmick)
When you cross over just to go gold
(That's a gimmick)

When you're not a gangster but portrayin' a role
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you shape in somebody else's mould?
(That's a gimmick)

Man, you're station 'cause the clan you're facin'
Is steppin' to you, trash mutha***kas like sanitatian
I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it's show time
(What up, kid?)
Brothers know I can hold mine

On the real I got rhymes skills
When the time's ill I'm blowin' up spots like a minefield
Brothers front with they chest out
But words from Finesse's mouth'll leave them *****s stressed out

They make me sick to my stomach
(So put it on 'em, kid)
Them mutha***kas don't want it
They can't see me, believe me

They all phoneys like them *****s that be wrestlin' on TV
Yo, they're nowhere near pro
And *****s couldn't hang if they was mutha***kin' scarecrows

Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake
Talkin' that gangster ****, when they're softer than a pound cake
So why you're frontin' with the burner, kid
When you done took more ***-whippin's than ***kin' Tina Turner did

You wanna front? So be it
But ***k beatin' around the bush, I just speak how I see it
Me fall off? That ****'s dead
That's not happenin', kid, so get that **** through your thick head

I'll never sellout, you head right word life
(What?)
I'll never cross over
(Aight)

So when I said it, peep the method
If I never go gold but get credit, I won't sweat it
In '95 we all in it
We gotta keep it real, yo, no mutha***kin' gimmicks

What's when you rap and don't appreciate the art?
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you sell out just to get a start?
(That's a gimmick)

What's when you make ******** just for the charts?
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you rap but it's not from the heart?
(That's a gimmick)

What's when you're hardcore then you turn pop?
(That's a gimmick)
When you steal ideas to get props?
(That's a gimmick)

When you sell out to be on top?
(That's a gimmick)
What's when you front like you're hard, but you're not?
(That's a gimmick)

Now let this be a lesson to all MC's and DJ's
Anyone that come across the line will have to pay
Real hip hop is in effect, real hip-hop is in effect
Real hip-hop is in effect
Give it respect, we catch wreck