The Last American B-Boy - KRS One lyrics

(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 sh** hurt It was like I was locked up or something Like n***as went out and got co*ked up or something I be dropping j**els and I ain't rocked up or nothing Is it me? or everybody's rhymes sound disgusting I wanna ask another n***a 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 muthaf**ing 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 n***as don't remember that sh**? What the f**? (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 s**a 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 n***a really nice (yes) You need to get your flow up Even if you throw up gang signs or bang nines You n***as 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 muthaf**ing 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 n***as forgot!! What the f**? (scratches out)