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[Featuring KRS One]
 
Intro: KRS One
 
Music please
 
Yes welcome to Jealous One's Envy
 
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
 
It is a Relativity Records product artist Fat Joe
 
My name is KRS One
 
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
 
Cause we can never be toys
 
Verse One: KRS One Fat Joe
 
Yes I am the ultimate uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
 
It appears to me you don't know who you ****in with
 
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
 
Can't hang with my vocals, better you **** with Sonny Bono
 
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
 
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a **** though
 
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
 
Packin them poppers *****, where that money be at?
 
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
 
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake ***** dropper
 
Which borough, is the thorough
 
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
 
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
 
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
 
with a slab of this lyrical dope ****
 
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
 
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
 
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
 
Will I fail? I doubt it
 
I'm the ***** catchin bodies, while other *****z fantasize about it
 
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
 
In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
 
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
 
I be touring, while you be home taping
 
So what punk, you could battle in a second
 
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record
 
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your ****, where's your witnesses?
 
If I'm on your **** my name has got to be syphillis
 
Chorus:
 
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
 
"Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown" - cool G Rap
 
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
 
"Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - cool G Rap
 
Verse Two: Fat Joe
 
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it ****ed up
 
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
 
All we do is spark izm and get cash
 
Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
 
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
 
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
 
Sendin *****z outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
 
Now how the **** you sound? (Yeahhh)
 
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
 
c'mon G you clowns ain't got a ****ing thing on me
 
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
 
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth
 
inning
 
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
 
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
 
It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
 
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
 
These ************s don't want it
 
(Word to mother Joe, these *****z don't want it!)
 
Chorus
 
Verse Three: KRS-One
 
Merrrcy, you want to serve me but you ain't worthy
 
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
 
But your flimsy *** will go home after the battle and find I'm your
 
boss
 
With KRS-One up in your memory
 
I know your kind, you rap write
 
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
 
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
 
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather
 
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
 
'cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together
 
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
 
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
 
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
 
Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad
 
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, 'cause you'll get set up
 
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em)
 
Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
 
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East