The Teacha Returns - KRS-One

Bam Beatz on this one, let’s rock out!

Taking you low…

This The Teacha, I do this for life

Plus I’m psychic, but I ain’t gon tell you who’s doing your wife

You ain’t raw like the coke in your rhyme recital

You been cut so much, you starting to look suicidal

You trifle, trifling, you need to stop and listen

You need to hear 2Pac when he was locked in prison

Man, for real, I’m expanding

This ain’t whiling out, you’ll get nicked with two cannons

Your team’s not loyal, you’re not harming me son

If I said «Who wanna go on tour?»

you’d be an army of one

What’s that shit around your mouth man, cum?!

Face the fact, you lost, we got it, we won

You better off trying on some lottery run

Then to go against The Teacha, I put the Glock to you dunn

I be rockin' them drums, all you doing is shoutin'

What’s your address, 69 Brokeback Mountain?!

It seems my skill you doubtin'

I spit lyrics, I flow like a fountain

Listen, you’ll get crushed like a kush going into my blunt

I take it way back, all you do is front!

Yeah… haha, ha…

Yeah, yeah… KRS!

Spit-tacular, you spit at me, I spit it back at ya

I’m an emcee, not an actor

My lyrics won’t trap ya, they’ll free ya

But rappers still wanna test The Teacha, let 'em have it!

What you in my face for, in my space for?

This is what you rappers get smacked in your face for

Y’all talk about cutting the bass raw

But you draw the cops, this what you get chased for

I’m forever above your world in whatever you do

Rappers, I will level your crew

When I’m through, they won’t even be able to TELL if it’s you

I’m an emcee, this tradition goes back to Pebbly Poo

Man, I speak the truth, I’mma show you what God is

I heard your CD;

from the start, it was GARBAGE!

Click, click, click, I load the cartridge

Look in the palm of my hand man -- THAT’S where your heart is!