Essentials - DJ JS-1, Rahzel, KRS-One

Yo, to my man JS stay flesh, not stress

KRS, word

Yeah yo hear yo word

Here.we go again

What yeah hear yo word

JS check the turntable

Yo Rahzel check ya mic

Uhh, it’s like that y’all

Uhh, yo, and take it back y’all

Yeah, word, it’s like that y’all

Aha aha, take it back y’all

Look, look

Well it’s the hardness, the realness

Wanna corner, you feel this

You feel Chris comin' through I runnin' you with a stylist

Timin' get for rhymin' get for a real MC to shine and start again

I’m the tiger in the woods of it she cardigan

Please start it again cause you don’t hear me yo

You speak battle you in the face of a DJ that can really flow

Turn my mic on, Shock, you off

Let me get my fight on rap around like a pipedon

Still a multicultural icon

Yo Rahzel turn you mic on!

How many times I got to tell you?

That’s it, that’s it

The real Hip-Hop

How many times I got to tell you?

Comin' to you liiiive!

Yeah, come on now, aha that’s it

That’s right, that’s it

Yo JS wassup with that?

I don’t know

Yo, welcome to the school for gifted DJ’s, say hullo

'Hello' wrong page, cross delays, my mind spray I’m blazed

On the mic I find ways to lift you, shift you from negative issues

Knockin' off the album you skipped through… or in you

I fake bless while my face stays fresh

KRS, Domingo, my man JS

Nothing but some real shit, what y’all expected?

I mean real hip-hop is in the place right about now

Where ya at?

Come on

Yeah yeah you gettin' a treat tonight

Like Glock shots all around you

My flow will astound you

My cap and gaunt too

Let’s get down to bizness

Watch me spit this, with quickness

DJ’ing witness

Yeah yeah speed it up!

Uh uh uh yo, speed it uup!

Uh yo uh now slow it down

Uh yeah uh yeah slow it down

Raahzel

Now transform it!

Uh come on come on

Transform it!

Transformation, transformation

Now tell 'em, what’s my name?!

Yo tell 'em, what’s my name?!

K.R.S, specializes in music, K.R.S one!

Yo JS, rule number four thousand and eighty is

«the record company people are shady»

The rule number four thousand and eighty one

Is never battle KRS-ONE!

I’m takin' 'em out, how they gonna call my name in the house?

Well it is just back save it up punch in their mouth

You take a little tribe upon me son

I’m like that alcohol that battled your father, remember I won

Used to beat your ass, now you take for me bash

You better take your seat in this class

I’m psychic, I know what’s really on your mind

Hmmmm, you wanna be fucked from behind

Take a motherfuck from the nine, don’t call it a come-back

This goes verbal my spine, dispurse on the back of your dress

I saw your man sittin' downstairs he did look like whoress

Tryin' to call Chris your crew your crew

Why I gotta come down to this?

I’m here on the stage you like fuck Chris

But backstage I say;

Yo you said what Chris?

What your tryin' to move you can’t move inches

What your tryin' to pull your DJ’s are bitches

Takin' you out that’s a sin

You see a new trick like Linda

And fell on his dick like Lewinsky

Never try to get me, never try to outwit me

You can be removed like a titty

Now while I put twenty inch grins on my Benzo

What a car to sit, to low, and bend my fender (?)

Yo Domingo in the back, KRS-one, yes the god of rap

I got JS on the wheels of steel

You know how we feel, Rahzel hit the real!

Ra.ahzel

Brea.eak it down

Rahzel

Brea.eak break it down like this!