Let Us Begin

Yeah, la la la la la lala la la la la (Battlecat) Lalala lala lala la la la la What up Snoop? Yeah, KRS in the building Lalala lala lala la la la la Listen, listen! Too much brrr brrr brr Too many people getting brrred down the street All you hear is brrr brrr brr in the streets People gripping they heat just to settle they beefs (Brrr brrr) now you getting chased by police You running to the west, running to the east But the problem is you under the beast (Brrr brrr brrr) now your brother's deceased We need peace, not brrr in the streets The brrr in Iraq lasts for weeks Wack rappers, I'm crushing these creeps Every time I spit they get weak Knowledge reigns supreme I take you back to the days when the telephone used to ring I'm reading the sacred script, KRS, Battlecat, Snoop in it, uh! Let us begin, what, where, why or when? Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen While I'm at the top, up front getting it in Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in Blastmaster (One!), blast faster No more slave mentality, 'cause now we the masters Ready for whatever 'cause you know that they after us Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous By any means necessary, peeking out the window Watching all this sucker shit, look at the pretenders Thinking how the rap game was I dig, I dug, I push, I shove, yeah I fell out of love But it ain't no thing, telephone ring They don't make 'em like they make 'em when I used to bang So I try to show the little homies different things How to diversify, and change different lanes Learn to read a little, exercise your brain Mental gymnastics, it's a cold game Always knew that they would try and trip me, trick me but they couldn't 'Cause all my teachers and doctors were purists to the fullest The honorable speaks Like Minister Louis Farrakhan my influence is deep 'Cause it's truth What's that? You don't like that? Well we fight back And we'll be right back Let us begin, what, where, why or when? Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen While I'm at the top, up front getting it in Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in Blastmaster (One!), blast faster No more slave mentality, 'cause now we the masters Ready for whatever 'cause you know that they after us Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous (hit me) (Oh, oh, oh oh) You know we sick and tired, eh It won't be much longer (oh, oh, oh oh) No no no no no, no no no no, oh no