Ya Know the Rules

Yo bust it, yo yo Kris hold on
Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it
A Scott LaRock, and ya don’t stop
A Sammy B, and ya don’t stop
A Mister Cee, and ya don’t stop
A Cool V, and ya don’t stop
Evil E, and ya don’t stop
A Easylee, and ya don’t stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya don’t stop
A Spinderella, and ya don’t stop
Jam Master Jay, and ya don’t stop
A PA Mase, and ya don’t stop
So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo
Get on the mic and do the best you can
Verse One: KRS
Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect
From a different style, a whole different sect
I inject, force and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck
I come correct and practice what I preach
I don’t pimp you or rule you I teach
Come through the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on their drawers
Cause, I run their pimp
When I leave he leaves with a limp