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IntroThe number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced byKRS-One.Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye byeWiddy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye byeCome in!Verse 1Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got itLay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop itOr change it, rearrange it, be a producerDon't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loserAnd laughed at, smirked on, you don't belongWith those that perform their song on and onAnd on and on and on, yo, let's get specificThis style is for the gifted, poetically upliftedI speak to you, not at you to attack youMaybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statueSo now I ax you or tell you people literallyWhen it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than meDown with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetryAny time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's meKR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yetMany say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yetWiddy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye byeVerse 2Run it, son, plumb it you bumDon't you know that it's KRS-OneThat comes to sing the styles that ain't sungI rocked the party, but oh! Gotta runCos only the suckers want a chance at thatTo see if KRS-One is really all thatInstead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em backBecause the teacher that you see is not wackI'd like to stack up all the hits that I've madeThree albums, a triple-layer cakeAnd throw it in your face you wastePick up the pace and taste a poet from the black raceWhile I whip you whine, you're out of touchI'm out of time, here's another rhyme(The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Ohyes, dude. Yes)(What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)(Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)more