Alright With Me

[Hook] I've got the illest live show (Now what you sayin?) I drop the illest rhyme flow (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to act like you don't know Well, that's alright with me People sample me like James Brown (Now what you sayin?) When they want to hear that (donk-a-donk) sound (Now what you sayin?) But you still want to put me down Well, that's alright with me [Verse One] The Kristyles is officially on blast Don't worry about what he say, cause he won't last If you want to learn the way take a seat in this class I write albums like singles and release them so fast I get around the whole country on foot like Flash I don't fly across country I be there with the mass Drivin, drivin, pulling up to your hood spot You sayin to your son, "now this how radio should rock." I pray for these radio cats cuz they don't know How fast I be movin when they be movin slow This ain't no fast food rap dude, get it and go This that home cooked type meal, lyrical flow Spiritual grow, ya know cuz ya was there, fo sho Like Joey Greck I'm not the average Joe (Yo, welcome cats to the BDP show With KRS, Kenny Parker, G Simone, and Chalk-o) [Hook] [Verse Two] I spit when I speak, when I speak I spit When I spit what I spat it splits ya clique Spit, spat, speak, spoke, either way I spat that your rap's not dope any way When you spoke I spit that splattered your scope I split that and spit that unanimous quote No hope when I battle I'm staggering folk They slip-sliding away there rappers ain't dope Get my coat, I make sure you can see shells For sure you gon' see them cuz all you see is sales Forget it you ain't wit it, admit it Every thing you did I already did it [Hook] [Verse Three] Too many emcees not enough time Nine out of ten niggas say they wanna rhyme Four out of nine talk about drugs and crime Three out of four say they wit it but they not Two out of five spit fire plus the underground One out of three spit righteous but they never shine One out of two claim they ballin all the time And only one make it to prime Do that math, only one Biggie, one Pac, one Jay-Z One Nas, one Fifty, one X, one Slim Shady One KRS-One, one L, one K, one Busta, one Pun, one Love, only one me Take that TNT, that spit is my property You copy me, fuck you, pay me (nigga) [Hook]