歌词：KRS One. Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic).

You never will conquer the champion
You never will conquer the champion
Calm down my selector

Adjust that treble right now adjust the bass
Turn it up, stop frontin'
C'mon, turn it up
Alright, check it out ninety-three lyrics, here we go

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers
Wannabe MC's but really good triers
Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored
A total fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford

So I pick up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where MC's get fried in it
You got beef chill it, blood I spill it
After seven long years of ripping the party and I'm still widdit
You call my name I don't think about suing ya
I come to the club with that booyaka

Laughing while I'm doin' ya the crowd is booin' ya
Gimme one month, record for record on tape I'll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wanna if rule de city
His style is lookin' pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby

Here comes the rootical ratical teacha
I'll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
You'll be goin' through convulsions as I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what's the matter

You're full of more junk than a sausage
Let me show you what a real hip hop artist

My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your life
Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice
I'm nice, like beans and rice, I am delicious

Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don't want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you simply makin' wishes
We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin' wishes

You see a fraud, I mean a fraud like in fraudulation
I know what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy tongue
You get ripped up by KRS-One

Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist
Here's a little somethin for you all to remember Kris
And remember this I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist
And the smartest, Premier, spark this

My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx
My posse from the Bronx

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic