KRS One

(Verse 1: The Last American B-Boy)
Yo, In the place to be, on the m.i.c

Once upon an emcee
The beat was hard he said his rhymes gently
Screwed eyed kid lying bout the Bentley
Heard him talking 'bout the best must've meant me
Mixed the names up or something I don't know kid
Must be geigh now or something, I don't know kid
Why your pants so tight? why the pink shirt?
The games dressing like dames damn that shit hurt
It was like I was locked up or something
Like niggas went out and got cocked up or something
I be dropping jewels and I ain't rocked up or nothing
Is it me? or everybody's rhymes sound disgusting
I wanna ask another nigga with rhymes like Jay-Z
But even he's having hmmm hmmm lately
No need to sweat it, might as well forget it
When I get in where I fit it
You can muthafucking bet it will be

Renegade Music, what's up, what's up
Top secret document, we put it in the cut
Sort of like The Blueprint by KRS what?
You niggas don't remember that shit?
What the fuck?
(scratches)

(Verse 2: The Last American B-Boy)
Listen up kiddies
Cause this here rhymes
It seems like you boys done fell on hard times
Nobody told you that you had to read the signs
Nobody told you that you can't bite lines
I shoeshine walk in my shell toe Adidas
Sucka Mc eater, I marvel like Peter
Parker I spark the flow for dick beaters
Getting down on one knee, fearing I'm the leader
I know you might need a, second like "hold up"
This nigga really nice (yes)
You need to get your flow up
Even if you throw up gang signs or bang nines
You niggas better slay rhymes or pay mines homage
This is how emcees do, do the knowledge
Or you do the dunce cap in B-Boy college
This how we live and say our rhymes
Line after line after muthafucking line

This is Renegade Music, what's up, what's up
Top secret document, we put it in the cut
Sort of like The Blueprint by KRS what?
I can't believe you niggas forgot!!
What the fuck?
(scratches out)