Fresh - PMD, Cormega, KRS-One

Ok we gonna straighten this shit out right now ok!

Hey I go by the name of the Kool the DJ Red Alert!

OK!!!

I got a mean lineup

I got my man Cormega, Parrish Smith, Grand Puba, KRS-One, and the Big Daddy

Kane!!!

And it’s goin down like thiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssss!!!

If you could dream it, you could be it

I once sound aloud to the few guys I superseded

As you near, you hear Anita Baker playin in my BM

Indeed, I’m from the era of Patrick Ewing Adidas

The game turned public housing to areans

Bummy dudes move packs so they could buy jewels and sneakers

Money grew, some adapted, others would become distracted

Smokin woolies, openin they packs like Pookie

I’m a fiend of hip-hop, my rap is cinematic

The beat is the plot, I’m breed as a clock

G’s like R-P, believe it or not

Prestigious in illusion

that it lose you, and you not hot.

You know how I do My jewels so colorful, my daughter don’t gotta watch cartoons

Dudes watch my moves, like Lebron fresh out of high school

My electrifyin skills, I’m raw

I’m an all star baby pa, Alot of dudes is lost in the rap game

chasin life of the rap star

Not P, I paid my dues while you hate and snooze

P always come correct no singin the blues

Hip Hop’s my life, P already paid the price

Give me the mic and the vocal booth and y’all could keep the ice

And I still run on the young ones like Jerry Rice

And if you can’t see in the dark then homey turn on the lights

And if a sucker don’t like P, the feelin is mutual

Tune my rhyme into a RPM then shift to neutral

Every move is crucial, catch PMD comin through the hood

In the new SUV, with the chrome shoes

From the L.I.E.

TO QB

It’s Mega and P two of the nicest reppin N.Y.C.

Parrish Smith you know me well from EPMD

So You Gots To Chill cause niggas can’t fuck me Uh, you know I got the shine when it’s time to get mine

Pop that ass with a classic-ass line (uh!)

You try to step to me, I’m worse than landmines

Twist yo’spine like spiral book rhymes

You wanna do this, you must be out yo’mind

Pop shut it down, so I’m one of a kind

Get mine, fall back and recline

If you look up, BAD MUH’FUCKER and that’s me you gon’find

Grand Puba, I can never suck

That’s like tryin to ride around with single-digit rim on the Caddy truck

Me in this addin up, all it equals

is another hot joint that I spit wit my peoples

So, you know the deal, real recognize real

So throw yo’hands up, let me know how you feelS

'Cause it’s on now (it's on now), stack paper, like a green mile

Official authentic is Grand Puba style

Here we go KRS in the spot

When I spit it you can see that I am fresh they are not

This that other type of lyric when you hear it you stop

KRS and Cormega now that’s some real hip hop

I’m glad to see these MC’s comin up after me Runnin up after me, doin it how it has to be This that new shit but it’s old

This that hot shit but it’s cold

Three, four, five clips when we roll

Boom boom bop bip when you fold

B-R-O-N-X PAY THE TOLL

They standin next to the flesh I’m next to the soul

My history is too complex whenever it’s told

One of a kind breakin the mold

Refine in the mind rebuilt in the soul

Health, love and awareness and wealth now that’s the goal

Pass the pole of the microphone that you hold

I model my role with my pocket so swole

Don’t have to be told twice, KRS and Cormega, yo them cats too nice (HA!!!)

Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang!!!

When it comes to lyrics yo them cats can’t hang

Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang

KRS And Cormega!!!

Aiyyo, back up and let a real Don through

to show you who this motherfuckin spot belong to So many talkin like there’s somethin that they wan’do

Shit, y’all niggas couldn’t find the heart with John Q.

I’m here to warn you, just might show off because

I could really +Clap+ and make the lights go +Off+

I Enterprise like Michael and Saul, the sweat and blood’ll cool

Make cheddar double through, plus I’m ghetto lovable

Scheme to win by any means within

Shit, a nigga this here thorough won’t be seen again

'Cause when my, team is in and I got green to spend

Or I’ma hold the fort down just like supreme di-vine

Got you stuck behind enemy lines, the whole vicinity’s mine

And he decline, nigga give me a sign

And you don’t want ventilation all up out your house

Then treat my name like spoiled food, keep it out yo’mouth — nigga!

And there you have it, everybody!

Big up to everybody all across the border that understand REAL Hip Hop

REAL skills, REAL lyrics

I go by the name the Kool the DJ Red Alert

Hey — we ain’t goin a GODDAMN place!

Hey, you must think we goin somewhere

Hey, you must be out yo’goddamn MIND

AND YA PUNK, TOO!

And for all you bitches, thank you for nothin

Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!