| Song | Stop Frontin' |
| Artist | KRS-One |
| Album | Return of the Boom Bap |
| Bo! boom bye bye, hip-hop will never die | |
| Despite the fact that i'm fly i'm never dry | |
| You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me | |
| But nevertheless you'll have stress, cause i don't rest | |
| You wanna know what my problem is, if you're curious?? | |
| I take this hip-hop shit too serious!! | |
| I forget that other rappers ain't true to this | |
| So when they grab the mic i get hyped like let's do this!! | |
| All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy | |
| So i simply chew they crew like a blimpie | |
| Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission.. | |
| I blow up, like nitroglycerin! | |
| You better tune in to teddy ted | |
| "yo stop frontin', and use your head" | |
| [krs-one] | |
| Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, i ain't stoppin | |
| I got more flavors than baskin robbins! | |
| I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully | |
| Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!) | |
| That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop | |
| Not hip-hop, they wanna sing and all dem ting | |
| Thank god krs is still rappin; all that "ooh i love you baby" | |
| And "blink blink blink" - this ain't happenin | |
| [kid capri] | |
| Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man | |
| Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and | |
| Haven't got a skill but they're large on the hum-bum | |
| You wanna step to kid capri, come come come!! | |
| I break em up, just for actin like a superstar | |
| Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car | |
| We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too | |
| And rip you open and drink your blood like a mountain dew | |
| [krs-one] | |
| I descend to lend a friend a helping hand | |
| To stop a trend, again and again and again, i just can't say when | |
| I beg to confess my sins to other men | |
| Reverands guard lips, within there i'll begin | |
| I'll always win, over-sakin | |
| The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit i'm rippin shit | |
| You must admit, i'll never quit the lyrics i flip | |
| I'm tough like licorice, battlin kid capri? it's ridiculous | |
| We come to the party inconspicuous.. |
| Bo! boom bye bye, hiphop will never die | |
| Despite the fact that i' m fly i' m never dry | |
| You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me | |
| But nevertheless you' ll have stress, cause i don' t rest | |
| You wanna know what my problem is, if you' re curious?? | |
| I take this hiphop shit too serious!! | |
| I forget that other rappers ain' t true to this | |
| So when they grab the mic i get hyped like let' s do this!! | |
| All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy | |
| So i simply chew they crew like a blimpie | |
| Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission.. | |
| I blow up, like nitroglycerin! | |
| You better tune in to teddy ted | |
| " yo stop frontin', and use your head" | |
| krsone | |
| Well if you ain' t called it hiphop, there' s a door, i ain' t stoppin | |
| I got more flavors than baskin robbins! | |
| I flash the funky fresh flavors forcefully | |
| Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly true! | |
| That reminds me, rappers rock dripdrop | |
| Not hiphop, they wanna sing and all dem ting | |
| Thank god krs is still rappin all that " ooh i love you baby" | |
| And " blink blink blink" this ain' t happenin | |
| kid capri | |
| Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man | |
| Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and | |
| Haven' t got a skill but they' re large on the humbum | |
| You wanna step to kid capri, come come come!! | |
| I break em up, just for actin like a superstar | |
| Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car | |
| We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too | |
| And rip you open and drink your blood like a mountain dew | |
| krsone | |
| I descend to lend a friend a helping hand | |
| To stop a trend, again and again and again, i just can' t say when | |
| I beg to confess my sins to other men | |
| Reverands guard lips, within there i' ll begin | |
| I' ll always win, oversakin | |
| The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit i' m rippin shit | |
| You must admit, i' ll never quit the lyrics i flip | |
| I' m tough like licorice, battlin kid capri? it' s ridiculous | |
| We come to the party inconspicuous.. |