Had next after Pac died, right before Eminem The West Coast spitter, the East Coast consider ´em Synonym, I´m nice, A-Alike, "Anything Goes" With the Al B. Sure "Day or Night", "Miami Life", slay a mic
Like Buster Douglas round ten, the money and fame Saw my piece of the pie but never ate a slice ´Cause I wrote "Nature of The Threat" and prolly paid the price Plus when the homies low-key jealous, they hate your life Deceitful cocksuckers, ungrateful motherfuckers I´m KRS, y´all just some part-time suckas, good night They told me fight the good fight But y´all suck whoever cock in the limelight And most of ´em don´t even rhyme tight Call Ghostbusters, he don´t even write his own rhymes 2020 is hindsight, foreskin is uncircumcised That´s a turtle-neck, not Kosher Open your eyes while I try to get your mind right Spat on my hands like Jesus Christ gave the blind sight
How may mics did I terrorize? 100,000 on Twitter, still not verified? My nigga, this a sham, its rigged Rappers is hip-hop cops for the man, ya dig? What happened to hip hop? More insulting Now the underground don´t respect skills if you don´t go pop Ain´t that some backwards shit, though? Like it jumping out the toilet bowl and squeezing back up in your asshole Lot of basic bars, beats just 808 Some of y´all so behind they prostate When I state, it´s all state, you in good hands VIP on GP, I don´t need a wristband Diamond D, don´t call us OG, I´m not old school I will shoot up the whole school Get drunk off O´Doul´s, piss in your Pro Tools UFC 229 with no rules
I want to thank the fans, my friends and family For the one I´ll never win, this my Grammy speech
Huh? Wait, hold on I´m not finished Huh? Man, fuck that Yeah, this thing on? (Always tryna cut a nigga off) Ayy, let that nigga keep goin´ Ayy, Ras, talk, nigga, talk
And this for leaving ´Pac out the 10 Greatest Rappers List Whoever wrote that must of bumped they head and ate a dick Whole industry monopolized on some hater shit Shit is a sham, its glitz and glam
Smoke and mirrors, say real shit, get banned Since master feed the artist, can´t bite the hand You know you fucked up when you mic´d my stand So they unplugged me, un-loved me If I was a baby seal they would club me Suddenly convince you I´m ugly, unlucky, just fuck me But I´m lovely, ain´t a rapper breathing above me Best lyricist, but so-called hip hop awards snubbed me Label mad cause I won´t act like Buckwheat Tried to find another path to succeed, they obstruct me Industry execs on a smear campaign Assassinated my character and bashed my name "Ras a racist, he don´t like white people" I don´t like stupid-ass black or white people quite equal
"He alcoholic" Yeah ask every producer, artist and engineer I ever worked with I´m always prepared, most professional, first in the booth With the best verse as the proof Fuckboys, I´m hurting your cooch So while you nominate who dominate charts But they don´t write, can´t sing, how you artists without art? These niggas is mascots Hiding behind brands, I be tearing they mask off Y´all Ronald McDonald´s lip sync music Colonel Sanders, fake recipes frontin´ like he produced it They hit sharks, all up in the studio lurkin´ like "That song hot, let me buy that"
Fake like he made that track, repeat that rap, wack! Then act like he a fucking egomaniac Yeah I´m talking to you ****, ****, **** ****, ****, ****, **** and **** So I accept this award on behalf of the true emcee-ers Whether the fans know it or not, they need us Industry won´t feed us want us all living in Kias Or force black men to get rich dressing like Madea Shit, I keep it gangsta like "gyeah" WC, "niyah" My rhymes sick, chlamydia Middle finger in the air Music industry can shove it up your rear But a lot of y´all secretly into that lifestyle, fuck RIIA