Ey Yo! (the Reggae Virus) - KRS One

featuring Mad Lion  Shaggy 

[Mad Lion] *singing to the tune "Walk Like an Egyptian"* 
Who wan come try  dis respect 
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man) 
Mother knows every style  oh wayyy ohh 
like Shaggy  one called KRS [Yes!] (whooooh!) 
The champagne drink  rock n roll link 
Holy smoke pon de bass mix (tell em  tell em  tell em) 
Never know tell me go  oh wayyy ohh 
Yo Kali  serve his head like Chef 
All de massive in de pub just say, eyyy-yo, eyyy-yo 
(Rob him like dat, man now come down bring it) 
Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo 
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em, yeah!) 

[KRS-One] 
You don't realize the magnitude I laugh at you 
Flappin you rat-a-tat, you on your own avenue 
while I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?" 
Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you 
Skill for skill you the minor we the major 
I grade your whole album like a mad term paper... 
ZERO, don't be a fan! Like DeNiro 
Be a teacher, be a role model, be a hero 
Get it clear yo, I be rollin with de po-sse 
Now do your plan over or get, ran over 

[Mad Lion] 
I be crusin down the highway, just sportin in the fly way 
Turn it up a notch and de sound hits dem 
Creepin through traffic with the sunroof open 
to ventilate the scent from the spliff we smokin 
Huff with a chop we do not 
We make up a mighty powder, said scrap, last week! 
We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep 
Dem come rough and make you one of dem weak or 
in de dance kill a watch like chicken in my pot 
Call dem with de champagne, can't stop that's right! 
Man of been to dem place, to champagne away 
Sign of money, can virus strike 

"I see