(KRS-One) Uhh! Yeahhh I know you're diggin this type of shit right here We about to spark it on the mic yeahhh Come on! (KRS-One) The episode starts when I walk down the block kid Reach in my poc ket yo where's my knot it Follows me into the spot come tellin Go check the dread and yes he's herb selling A punani gate I'm a potential felon Izm is smelling, like I ain't even telling Channel one two, I'm smashing the law Channel three, I make a run to the store Channel four leave the store with the Phillie blunts I... Spark the izm, I'm off to Channel Live (Hakim) Wake up in the morning got the yearning for herb which loosens up the nouns, metaphors, and verbs And adjectives, ain't it magic kid what I'm kicking Multi-flavored bags of sess, for the picking So listen to the izm as it talks nonstop Hawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai Now the high, starts to settle Kickin fat lyrics that rocks, like heavy metal (KRS-One) I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-C-M'n I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin My style is untangible, like a wild animal Check the label as it goes around it's called Capitol That's what I'm smacking you with cuz it's easy Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy Switch me, mix me, somebody get me Don't let me rip out my clothes like Bill Bixby Gripping the microphone until I'm motherfucking sixty Smoking the indo, by the window, it's sticky (Tuffy) Spark the izm, my expertism, is lyricism My flow will take you over, like I was hypnotism So where's the lighter, to decipher, the skills that I'm bringing Hyper than a little kid on ginseng roots And culture, my intellect will insult ya Finish off your dead mind like a vulture I gotta get mine, get a grip Cuz there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, FUCK THAT! But ninety-four I bring the skills back So listen now I'm doing what I want to do and sparking mad izm All we do is spark mad izm (8X) (Tuffy) I come with notions, deeper than the ocean Check out my potion, mad rhythm in the motion The izm, brings the wisdom, when I kick it on the rhythm Check it how I rock it in a cipher Desire, takes you higher, lyrical messiah (yo yo yo yo yo pass the lighter) Counterclockwise I rise like the sun Now feel the heat from the rays of the gun Shooting out the mental mist How you gonna know the real shit when your style's counterfeit?? (KRS-One) His shit is counterfeit cuz he's motherfucking phony Come into the jam try to front like he know me Hah! Listen to this new type of somethin Bumpin, ninety-four ain't for no frontin New type of lingo, catchy like a jingle Rougneck hip-hop is drippin from the single Now, let me introduce you to the one The Channel Live indo this loosens you up Going to the channels of the remote control Flicking through the frequencies of your soul (Hakim) Then roll the izm, the inflater, I'm weeded Like wearing a sweater, at the equator, I'm heated But I flip a style like I flip a channel Step up and test the skills, you can get my tes-ticules Cuz hip-hop's been running through my veins ever since So it wasn't hard for me to grab the mic and represent Representing tormenting MC's craniums Till they can't flow why cuz I'm draining em Don't mean to be blunt but don't front I'm doing it for the love so now I'm doing what I want To do with my Channel Live crew so just listen Dissing wack MC's and sparking up mad izm All we do is spark mad izm ...