Chorus (K-os):
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze.
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees.
Please, give up the mic to emcees.
Masters of the ceremony is what we be.
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze.
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees.
Please, give up the mic to emcees.
Masters of the ceremony is what we be.
(K-OS)
I was walkin' down the street 'bout 3 o' clock,
when I saw another emcee at the end of the block,
Talkin' to kids, tellin' 'em how they had to get the dough,
so I rolled right up on the cypher and said Yo!
Here is an example of a whack emcee,
Caught in the world and he just can't see,
He said What? A-yo, you disrespectin' me?
Now I gotta battle you and show you who the best be!
He started spittin', he said Somethin' somethin' hot.
And then he tried to talk about the money that he got.
I said Shh, c'mon yo, that's all passe.
I gotta break it down another way like this now!
Follow me here in this moment in time,
follow the rhyme created, instigated to see the crime
you commit when you sit in the past,
don't you know?
You construct the future based on everything that you know.
And to get to the unknown, we surely must erase
All the preconceived notions they keep throwin' up in our face
On the daily, I run over tracks like Donavan Bailey,
And break ev'ry record in less than ten seconds.
They said Ooh, that's the real metaphysical.
We pull down the light 'cause the force is centrifugal
He tried to act up, I had to give in.
Because the truth is an offense and not a sin.
Word life.
Chorus (K-OS)
(K-OS)
Emcees ain't comin' equipped with the rhyme,
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.
The time is essential when you play with the lives of the youth
They want the truth, but you want loot
So ya change a little bit switch up your steeds
Now you got a bigger bag and countin' extra ki's
Please, everything you do we do with these
Real emcees are universal entities, that
Scope the universe lookin' for the fraudulence
Then we take a disguise like Clark Kent
My manner would have quick to check a scanner
For a weak emcee sinkin' a city like Atlantis
You can't stand this, missile placed and you vanish
I meditate delevitate the twelve planets
You cannot withstand the heavy verbal attack
I'm the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that
I can also be your style, because I analyzed it
You used to rock, but now you paralyzed it
Doesn't really matter like platinum blondes
Think what is an emcee if he can't drop bombs
Don't really matter if it's over your head
Cause the job of resurrectin' is to wake up the dead
So pay attention it's the hard to behold
That everything that good it ain't gold, for real.
Chorus (K-OS)x2
(K-OS)
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze.
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees.
Please, give up the mic to emcees,
Masters of the ceremony is what we be.
It goes stop.
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