the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You
know what time it is! Xzibit steps
up to the mic layin down the hard-core,
real raw, underground My name is
KRS-One, and it's REAL!! [Xzibit] Well
it's me, down with D-R-E X to the
Z rocks any party Rocks the beats,
and the breaks Rocks the cocks off
the whores in the place Cause suckers
shake, while I'm creatin They get
together and they start to hatin How
can we take him out one time cause
he brought back the West with the
freshest rhymes I might go first,
and he'll go second I'll wreck 'em,
deck 'em, set it, just checkin your
mic Droppin hot shit I like So
throw up your hands bitch, run your
ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll
go fourth By the fifth eat shit,
you'll step off Six is your beatdown,
your title is seven Takin out your
four man crew makes eleven By the
twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A.
like no one else.. You can check
any rapper from the underground scene but
few have dropped hot shit and seen
green Some have dope twelve inches,
count 'em But not many niggaz have
slammin albums X to the Z rocks
consistantly I'm "Criminal Minded"
so don't fuck with me Why? Well
that's my secret baby I don't take
shit, so fuck you, pay me So you
can call me, a public servant Not
a king but a teacher I believe I've
earned it So I just walk, or ride
my bike and bust on the +Up In Smoke+
stage tonight Give me a chance and
I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker
try to take me out Cause male or
female, I will strangle If it's
a label, they have to untangle Adidas,
chains, jerseys, braids Bandanas
hangin off the end of my gauge Step
right up if that's what you like but
watch your bitch, I catch hoes like
a dyke In the night at a height
right for flight Way out of sight,
you bite, I recite My chain shine
bright, plus my kicks stay white as
your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" ..
I am your mentor History is mine,
it's time you surrender motherfuckers and
just back up quickly Your style
is sickly but you persist to get
me or outwit me with the style that
I created years ago when I was sellin
powder to the hoes Oh, all of a
sudden you don't know or can't remember
can't recall can't bring to mind that
rhyme that place do not chase I
run a marathon a race of rhymes in
your FACE In case you hate I won't
write no tough rap Fuck with me
get your whole FAMILY kidnapped [KRS-One] Yo
Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers
man! I don't think they understand
this shit! Break this shit over
they backs! [Xzibit] I don't
dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I
only grab a nine to bust holes in
your crew I deny your existence
as artists You puttin out a record
expectin to chart but it's weak but
when you speak through the microphone you
fail to realize, nope, you're not
alone on the earth The light comes
forth cause Mr. X Intelligence,
smoke and guns manifest in the flesh I
snatch the mic and get hype Behave,
before you make the news front page Headed
for the grave and the wake So save
your microscopic miniature small
talk and WALK And put a little pep
in your step X to the Z will destroy
any motherfuckin rep-utation in
the nation, in creation All you
assholes in ANY occupation Like
rappers with nothin to say I CRUSH
'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em
with Dre Cause no matter how fatter
the wallet, I'd rather gather together
and splatter whatever egotistic
bullshit, the game is over when
you push the record but don't push
the culture [KRS-One] Breakin,
emceein, graffiti art, deejayin,
beatboxin Yo Xzibit, keep rockin! [Xzibit] Just
throw your hands in the sky Still
believe real niggaz never die And
if you in this life just gettin by Somebody
say, "I'm high!" (I'm high!) "I'm
high!" (I'm high!) Yeah, and you
don't stop Yeah..