You wanna test me? Are you stupid?   Gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen?   Come down Kenny Park      You know, I don't know what your management be tellin' you   I don't know what your producers be tellin' you   But yo, you step this way, you're gettin' played out of position   So let me give you a little start, check it out      Every time KRS-One steps in the jam   The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand   Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the house   Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out      That's it, none of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's   You either have the hits or the crazy hype lyrics   But MC's come half assed and lookin' pitiful   None of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical      Like I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm obedient   Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient   And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and they mean it   Others are dreamin' it with sex me and do me   And I'd rather listen to the brand Nubians      You know it's funny, everybody wants money   And material things from cars and chicken wings   When they sing, they sing for the cash   They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash      You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to your audience   So you know reality, in other words if you ain't a gangsta   Why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?   If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?      All of this is incorrect, first should always come respect   The charts are not equal to the respect of the people   Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they know the difference   From a artist and a lip-syncin' model, right on stage   You'll get a bottle, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle      I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me   I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe   You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry   You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry   You're no astronomer, why see me as astronomy?      But I'm a Parker, so I'll play you like Monopoly   Don't entertain the thought of droppin' me, to think of me   As anything less than your teacher, crazy you got to be   These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily   I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle      The teacher will come again and again and again and again   To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend   So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just begin   Rippin' up sucker, teachers put their courage to an end      So once again, the trend setter comes a lot better   Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather   Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync   The lyrics I write, help me think      To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in your face   And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace   Just in case, get the fuck out my face, I run this place   You're lucky you're from the same race      A simple technique will keep you on beat   With the style from the street, you compete with the elite   That's weak, flashin' gold and can't speak   I seek the direction of the brown complexion      So every year, I appear somewhere   That you hear, my dear to get one thing clear   Whether on welfare or millionaire   Don't step to this here or you outta here      Allow me now to please change the gear   And pick up the mic you missed those happen around me   Have me feared, come, we come in the dance   We haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip hop      You come into the place you can't look in my face   'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in height   See there are millions of stars in the sky   When the sun appears none are visible to the eye      Why? The reason is the sun is the sun   You can't possibly rock until I'm done   And finished and like the evening, I'll fade   But when I return you'll cry for more shade      So check the dancestyle 'cause I am not softening up   It's time that I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling   But instead bring intellect pon ting   'Cause you can inject ignorance in rap   But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear that