Stop Frontin'

[KRS-One]

Bo! Boom bye bye, hip-hop will never die

Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry

You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me

But nevertheless you'll have stress, cause I don't rest

You wanna know what my problem is, if you're curious??

I take this hip-hop shit too serious!!

I forget that other rappers ain't true to this

So when they grab the mic I get hyped like LET'S DO THIS!!

All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy

So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie

Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission..

I blow up, like nitroglycerin!

You better tune in to Teddy Ted

"Yo stop frontin', and use your head"

[KRS-One]

Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin

I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins!

I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully

Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!)

That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop

Not hip-hop, they wanna SING and all dem ting

Thank God KRS is still rappin; all that "ooh I love you baby"

and "blink blink blink" - this ain't happenin

[Kid Capri]

Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man

Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and

haven't got a skill but they're LARGE on the hum-bum

You wanna step to Kid Capri, COME COME COME!!

I break em up, just for actin like a superstar

Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car

We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too

And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew

[KRS-One]

I descend to lend a friend a helping hand

to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when

I beg to confess my sins to other men

Reverands guard lips, within there I'll begin

I'll always win, over-sakin

The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I'm rippin shit

You must admit, I'll never quit the lyrics I flip

I'm tough like licorice, battlin Kid Capri? It's ridiculous

We come to the party inconspicuous..