Songwriter: KRS-One Just-Ice (Rap)

Producer: KRS-One Just-Ice (Rap)

Hey oh, yo Ice
Hey oh, yo Ice
Hey oh, yo Ice

To begin these chapters and make it complete
To all of the vets that kept up the beat
I'm giving dedication and music contribution
To all the pioneers that stuck right through this
Through thick and thin, however or when
Watchin' each others back 'cause we're more than friends
Back then, hangin' at the T-Connect
Where the best get respect and ya get yours correct
The Backdoor, Ecstasy Garage to deliver
P.A.L. and the one Bronx River
Yo, this is a fact and it must be told
That the hip-hop history could never go old
So for all of ya people that think ya know
About the sound that was out a long time ago
Y'all don't know jack, no if or maybes
I was rockin' in the park when your ass was a baby
Peace to the ones, the ones who started it
Added on to, perfected, never did part with it
Dedications to the near and far
To my brothers [?]
Gettin' livid by the lyrics I'm lickin'
The brothers who are true are the one who's stickin'
To this way of music, that goes much deeper
Than a bass-bottom-boom, a hi-hat tweeter
Some brothers I know, gave their life
So you know I'm not jokin', don't even think twice
You crumb [?] suckin', crab-jabbin' motherfuckas
Don't try to corrupt or use [?]
When [?] don't ever diss
Because I tell you I'm willing to die for this!

Hey oh, yo Ice
Hey oh, yo Ice
Hey oh, yo Ice
Hey oh, yo Ice

Party God for the beat, terrorizer of the street
Bogard all the suckers and chew ya like meat
Now first I stab, crush and then spit
Now who's my first victim, come get some of this
'Cause your chance was blown, time was denied
You go to war with Just it’s like committin' suicide
You sucker MCs, You toy joy rappers
Take heed to my wisdom, a few more factors
Have a sucker on my back, I can’t afford
Give praise to the master, the MC lord
The greatest of the great on any subject
The epitome of science, the high intellect
Party rocker on a stage when I’m doing a show
The most pressin' of them all, you know how that go
I got a style that’s hard, a temper untamed
Saying lyrics that’s raw, make ‘em stick in your brain
I was born to destroy, never face defeat
Six-three of terror, eleven gold teeth
All puppy MCs who still want more
I no longer have battles, it’s a rhythmic war
I'll give you a chance, to say your petty rhymes
I wish you hurry up because you're wastin' my time
See that's what I'm sayin', no kind of meanin'
Like a drunk off the bass for a rhyme you're feelin'
MCs you suck, that's without a doubt
[?] other rapper, a plain ole' slouch
I'm the ruler of the rim, it's not superstitious
Precise Just Ice, another word for vicious
My name'll ring bells either near or far
'Cause I'm the emperor of rap, or the MC czar
My work is cut out and I must inspect
Then disintegrate the suckers, start to resurrect
My kingdom of prophets for the MC world
The original b-boys and the b-girls
Created much tension and a low tone static
And if you diss me then faggot you've had it!
Now do you catch my drift, 'cause I never freeze
Hit ya hard like a rock, pass ya by like a breeze
I'm a menace to another, a problem forever
For a sucker MC, I'm just plain terror
I'm a sabotager, a lady's massager
With my physique well I could leave the [?]
I'm the money-makin', the never-ever flakin'
The only undertakin' and the one heart-breakin'
Yes the lady-stopper, the man talkin' proper
And cut other MCs like a tree-topper
I'm a safe-keeper, the women [?] seeker
The man with finesse not like the grim reaper
Only girl [?] positive lady [?]
The man with the mind to beat around design
Because I'm always walkin' and always talkin'
And everytime you see me, it's females...

Yo it's over man? (Yup) Peace