Kenny Parker Intro

You are now tuned in to 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

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 s**t I like

So throw up your hands b***h run your ice

Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth

By the fifth eat s**t 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 s**t and seen green

Some have d**e twelve inches count 'em

But not many n***az have slammin albums

X to the z rocks consistantly

I'm criminal minded so don't f**k with me

Why well that's my secret baby

I don't take s**t so f**k 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 motherf**ker 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 b***h I catch h*es 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 motherf**kers

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 h*es

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

F**k with me get your whole family kidnapped

Yo xzibit show these motherf**kers man

I don't think they understand this s**t

Break this s**t over they backs

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 motherf**kin 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 bulls**t the game is over

When you push the record but don't push the culture

Breakin emceein graffiti art deejayin beatboxin

Yo xzibit keep rockin

Just throw your hands in the sky

Still believe real n***az 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

Woop woop woop woop woop

You know what time it is

Pull over all wack emcees ahh-ahhh

Yo

Yo you are tuned in

To the ultimate

Underground

Rawness straight off the street

Xzibit turn it up