[Intro]
So you ain't learned a lesson?
You ain't learned a lesson?
Aight, let's go!

[Verse 1]
You got bars for me?
Fuck the cash, my n***a, I'll whip that ass for free
Fuck a million dollar battle, I make your car rattle
You ain't makin' no money on me, slave, you a chattel
Me? I'm a freeman, where your shows at?
I took you out in eighty-six and the whole world knows that
For thirty years, n***a, you ain't spittin' no rap
Queensbridge hates your ass, you can't go back
You flow wack, and let me say this for my Black kids
Technically, I ain't take you out, Shan, the crack did
So gather 'round for the celebrity roast
I killed Shan already, so this must be his ghost
I still got it and gat it
Cause of you, the Bridge was over, 'til Nas came back with Illmatic
You don't even rap good, G you not hood
You're the opposite of Nas, just spell your name backwards

[Ad-lib]
You still ain't get the lesson
You still ain't get it
[Verse 2]
One hit, two hit, three hit, four hit
Shan, you need to forfeit, you already lost it
Face that shit, taste that shit
Hip-hop didn't need your career, so I erase that shit
You done, the only way you gonna win this battle
Is if you bite my name and call yourself Shan One
With the "W," but you don't even think that fast
I'm the first and the last, you’re the worst from the past
I'm the blast, master, KRS-One
What's up? After thirty years, you just stand up?
After thirty-somethin' years, you just man up?
S-H-A-N is still hugging a nut
What the fuck? You called my wife out? Man that's so whack
Blaow, n***a hold that! Blaow, n***a hold that!
See, I be going like the ocean, you a crab
Now bow your head down like you was doin' a dab