KRS-ONE & Buckshot - Oh Really lyrics

[Hook: Talib Kweli] [Scratch] Oh Really? Oh Really? You think you murdered the track Impact of the back of the billy, club Take it back to what rap really, was Make so much noise we could barely hear your buzz That's why we've got these rappers scared of us These other emcees just don't compare to us [x3] [Verse 1: Krs-One] KRS-One, Buckshot we back again Time for you rappers to take of the mask again From one to ten, we pa** the ten Bumping Dead Prez cause I'm an African I'm naughty by nature, raunchy by nature, Forty by nature Y'all Corny by nature; Meaning, all of y'all naturally whack And I'm naturally dope like coke before crack Oh Really? I'm more like the weed in this rap And these new jacks are more like the seeds in this rap I don't need to react, I don't even need to reach for the gat I can see how you speak and you act You'll be laying in the ground in five days If this was the seventeen hundreds you'd be my slave If this was ten thousand B.C. you'd be living in my cave I'm bringing new meaning to the term 'I'm saved' I'm like a mountain man, unshaved Walk through ice and fire unscathed I'm living proof that you get better with your age Hip-Hop's a journal, I'm turning the page Yo Buckshot [Verse 2: Buckshot] Everybody get the gauge Don't play with me I ain't a video game, I'm so serious Put so many holes in your brain, you oblivious To the fact You owe period Who the a**et and who the a** that, Oh there he is (Hah) Neck full of high cla** diamonds Wrist looking like you made a trip to my hymen In the colosseum, or harlem, or can*l You cop j**els by the penny weight? I go by the pound Anyway, I go by the style, not by the sound So when you cop my CD you can go out of town Go out of bounds, I'm blowing the whistle, Referee BDP Y'all know I'm official, Y'all go on my tissue Y'all n***as are sh**ty, you get wiped out, lights out You can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me Yeah this my gear, I got an arsenal with me, n***a it's my year [Hook x3]