[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
[Scratch] Oh Really?
Oh Really? You think you murdered the track

Impact of the back of the billy, club
Take it back to what rap really, was
Make so much noise we could barely hear your buzz

That's why we've got these rappers scared of us
These other emcees just don't compare to us [x3]


[Verse 1: Krs-One]
KRS-One, Buckshot we back again
Time for you rappers to take of the mask again

From one to ten, we pass the ten
Bumping Dead Prez cause I'm an African
I'm naughty by nature, raunchy by nature, Forty by nature

Y'all Corny by nature; Meaning, all of y'all naturally whack
And I'm naturally dope like !@%!e before crack
Oh Really? I'm more like the weed in this rap

And these new jacks are more like the seeds in this rap
I don't need to react, I don't even need to reach for the gat
I can see how you speak and you act

You'll be laying in the ground in five days
If this was the seventeen hundreds you'd be my slave,
If this was ten thousand B.C. you'd be living in my cave,

I'm bringing new meaning to the term 'I'm saved'
I'm like a mountain man, unshaved
Walk through ice and fire unscathed

I'm living proof that you get better with your age
Hip-Hop's a journal, I'm turning the page
Yo Buckshot


[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Everybody get the gauge,

Don't play with me I ain't a video game, I'm so serious
Put so many holes in your brain, you oblivious
To the fact You owe period

Who the $$#et and who the $$# that, Oh there he is (Hah)
Neck full of high class diamonds,
Wrist looking like you made a trip to my hymen

In the colosseum, or harlem, or c!@#^
You cop jewels by the penny weight? I go by the pound
Anyway, I go by the style, not by the sound

So when you cop my CD you can go out of town,
Go out of bounds, I'm blowing the whistle, Referee BDP
Y'all know I'm official, Y'all go on my tissue

Y'all ^!$$%s are %#@!ty, you get wiped out, lights out,
You can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me
Yeah this my gear, I got an arsenal with me, ^!$$% it's my year


[Chorus x3]