I don't hear no-one thats sounding good Call me the wolf, I got a little red riding hood When we in the club, women try to push and try to look If the
Man, f-ck them other rappers I don't hear no-one thats sounding good Call me the wolf, I got a little red riding hood When we in the club, women try to
around sams in the circle we hustle K.C. gave me the game, I took it and tuck it Nigga brought it to another level cooking and cutting From the half seventeen
barkin thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany got that boy Joe thinkin
t shield from the BLAAST! Thrash mash the pedal now dash Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash Sound cage of rage livin'that status That murderous
Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop the crow from the young flowers, from
the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, umm Big heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like grapes The level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the
kid Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers I'll show you how to pop revolvers Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes That Lambo' that
a another level My money on a another Level She fucking ordinary niggas Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas My money on a another level My money on a another level
from the level of Foundation of ground So together we forever bound We could make, heavenly sounds like a musical blend Throughout the bad times and beautiful things, it's like that
scream oh my to what the prince just said As my energy is drained from being so crushed All of a sudden I get another adrenalin rush It happens each and everytime that
chestless There ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young buttadundy shit that you won't do So go ahead with that bullshit you blab
Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin Multiple gunshots fill the block, the
little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
thoughts, they seem so convincing But your actions don't follow through Remember, never say never because it never comes true Your thoughts, they seem so convincing for instance You told me that you're a level
, call me the JV artist That means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels Niggas that pay me homage Been in this game for nine seasons That
with that Greed, don't mess with that Knowledge yeah, mess with that God yeah, mess with that College yeah, mess with that A job yeah, mess with that
know that it's KRS-One That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run 'Cos only the suckers want a chance at that