Mad Izm - Original Remix

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!
 {*scratched 4X: "All we do is spark mad izm"*}
 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, compellin
 Go check the dread and yes he's herb sellin
 A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
 Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
 Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
 Channel three, I make a run to the store
 Channel four leave the store with the Phillie cause I...
 Spark the izm, I'm off to Channel Live
 Wake up in the mornin got the yearnin for herb
 Which loosens up the nouns, metaphors, and verbs
 And adjectives, ain't it magic kid what I'm kickin
 Multi-flavored bags of sess, for the pickin
 So listen to the izm as it talks non-stop
 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
 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-Z-M'n
 I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
 My style is untangible, like a wild animal
 Check the label as it goes round it's on Capitol
 That's what I'm smackin you with cause 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
 Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
 Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
 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 bringin
 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
 Cause there's all these weak rappers steady makin hits, FUCK THAT!
 But ninety-four I bring the skills back
 So listen now I'm doin what I want to do and sparkin mad izm
 {*scratched 8X: "All we do is spark mad izm"*}
 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 that lighter)
 Counterclockwise, I rise like the sun
 Now feel the heat from the rays of the gun
 Shootin out the mental mist
 How you gonna know the real shit when your style's counterfeit??
 His shit is counterfeit cause he's motherfuckin 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 meduce you to the one
 The Channel Live indo this loosens you up
 Goin through the channels of the remote control
 Flickin through the frequencies of your soul
 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
 Cause hip-hop's been runningthrough 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 cause I'm drainin em
 Don't mean to be blunt but don't front
 I'm doing it for the love so now I'm doin what I want
 To do with my Channel Live crew so just listen
 Dissin wack MC's and sparking up mad izm
 {*scratched to fade: "All we do is spark mad izm"*}