[Intro: KRS-One]
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in - DJ Premier, huh, word up!
Oh you got Poet wit'chu, Blaq Po' whattup man!
Yo gimme some headphones
Yeah distort the mic Marley, I want you to distort the mic
We gon' do it like we used to do it
Ayo, Premier, there the turntables!
Do your thing man, rock on

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[Verse 1: KRS-One]
KRS, Wild Style'n today
I stay controversial like Guatanamo Bay
My society is secret, sort of like the boulet
I'm not a average MC, I don't say what they say
I don't play what they play; I'm the type to find the needle
At the bottom of hay, that's why I'm rockin today
Often they say "No way!"
Until I say da-da-da-day and the crowd go HEY!
From the time I stepped in the game
Kris been clear 'bout his rep and his name
I don't tolerate disrespect to my name
To uplift my people that's the reason I came
If you believe in peace then we believe in the same
If you believe in war I got that TEC for your brain
If you think I'm a whore man you must be insane
I'm war in reverse like Big Daddy Kane - RAW!
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[KRS] DJ Premier
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[KRS] My man Poet!
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[KRS] DJ Marley Marl, Bronx connection, Queensbridge connection
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[KRS] Wooo!

[Verse 2: Blaq Poet]
I know y'all motherfuckers ain't gon' believe this
Poet on the track with the n***a that dissed Queensbridge?
Let me show y'all how to bury the hatchet
The Blastmaster, with the Black Bastard, a classic (c'mon)
This is one for your dome
N***as must understand it's hip-hop full blown!
Gimme the mic (what) I'mma stay shittin'
I'ma stay rippin' and banana clip spittin'
N***as know, Blaq Po', green beret flow
It's nuttin' to me, I do it all day yo
The victory is almost here
I'm at the front line, yo Kris pull up on they rear (yeah)
We got the shit surrounded, time to wild out
N***a what you wan' do, n***a don't ask me, this is your LP
Marley hollered at Preem, Preem hollered at me
Now I'm standin' here warrior, reppin QB
N***a what's really good, what it's gon' be?
[KRS] Poet, rock on!
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[KRS] DJ Premier
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[KRS] Marley Marl whattup?!
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[Verse 3: KRS-One]
This ain't what you're used to
KRS-One, Marley Marl, BDP with the Juice Crew
Who knew? Twenty years after Scott
Marley Marl would pass the rock
And I'd dribble it, dribble it, livin' it
Nibble it a little bit before I enter the club and start killin' it
K-R-R-R-S-wah-wah-One
Yes they'd be the stars, me? I'd be the sun
Jump right off the stage, breakin' breakin' you off
KRS is the best, of c-c-c-course
Street to the c-core, down by l-law
You the number one MC? Oh shit, sure
Meet me at the c-club, if you thinkin' you thug
KRS and Poet, this the type of hip-hop you love!!

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[KRS] Marley Marl, Blaq Poet
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[KRS] You rocked it kid, you rocked it!
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