The Style You Haven't Done Yet

Intro
 
 The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
 KRS-One.
 
 Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
 Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye
 
 Come in!
 
 Verse 1
 
 Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'
 But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'
 They're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it
 Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it
 Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
 Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser
 And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong
 With those that perform their song on and on
 And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific
 This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
 I speak to you, not at you to attack you
 Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue
 So now I ax you or tell you people literally
 When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me
 Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry
 Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me
 KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet
 Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet
 
 Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
 Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
 Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
 Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye
 
 Verse 2
 
 Run it, son, plumb it you bum
 Don't you 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
 To see if KRS-One is really all that
 Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back
 Because the teacher that you see is not wack
 I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
 Three albums, a triple-layer cake
 And throw it in your face you waste
 Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
 While I whip you whine, you're out of touch
 I'm out of time, here's another rhyme
 
 (The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh
 yes, dude. Yes)
 
 (What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)
 
 (Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)