Krs-One – You Don't Really Want It (Nelly Diss) lyrics

[Hook:]:
My rhymeskill be ill
You don't really want it
I suggest you chill
You don't really want it
Number one I'm still
You don't really want it
The prophecy is fulfilled
You don't really want it

Krs in the streets
You don't really want it
I drop the rawest beats
You don't really want it
No ice just heat
Playa, face defeat
You don't really want it

[Verse:]:
That was a nice try nelly, I don't mean to be bold
But that put that "hot hmm hrr" bullshit on hold
And lets get down to the facts of the matter
In a dictionary, under "wack rap" you the rapper
Simply cause youre lackin the spectacular binocular
And hiphops character seems to be in back of ya
Either that, or youre truly amateur, I'm askin ya
How does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets, you was made on M-T-V
How you gonna talk about my nodes to attack me
When you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne
My nodes come from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things
Your words don't make me hurt they make me work
Youll hurt when you find its you gettin jerked
I tell ya, it don't take me to say
Don't buy ya album, street cats aint buyin it anyway
You tellin me make up my mind
Yet on your album you don't know if you wanna sing or rhyme

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]:
You tryin to diss me? How
If it wasnt for the true school, your bitchass wouldnt be here now
Blao blao, show me respect from the gate
Or imma have to drown you kids like Angia Yates
You can't handle a break
I'm a flamethrower, you a Bic lighter
You think I'm cocky cause you a dickrider
I spit tighter, I'm not like all the rest
I'm not a playa but I did stay at a holiday inn express
So nevertheless I'm gonna teach ya teacher
But when them slugs hit ya, youll be screamin momma "i Yi i Yi"
You never seen me sing?
You don't know what I bring?
Youll be singin the blues like bb King
I'm all about the unity of miss and mistas
You all about grabbin money and dissin our sistas
Take your ass back to tv land
And let this be a lesson, you can't see me man

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]:
Just when I thought I could do my gospel, and become an apostle
I gotta hold and get hostile
I don't mean to knock you nelly
But aint you that mtv house nigga wit a smile like jelly?
Imma do this by the book, for the art
I heard what you said on bet's 106 and park
But what you don't know, is right around the corner of third
I hold a desert eagle, and no its not a bird
You sound absurd, you gonna bring me back
I taught all year round the spot, B pat
You copycat, with sloppy raps
You chill with N'sync, I chill where hiphop be at

[Hook:]