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[KRS-One:]
Listen, I don't know where them other cats be at But we be in the clubs We be all over the country, KILLIN IT~! (Yeah) They can talk that club rock, this that and the other But when it comes to really gettin down We gets down, y'all know what time it is Big up to my people at the 9:30 Club, Washington D.C. Big up Cat's Cradle in North Carolina House of Blues in New Orleans S.O.B.'s in New York King Club in, in in L.A. Aww man it's sick, Aggie P and them in in Denver (Word up we be smashin 'em Blast, they can't get enough of it!) (But big up to my peoples at the Electric Factory in Philly) (Joe guard your grill up in Chicago!) (Big up to The Destiny in San Fran) (Big up to the Apache Club, in A-T-L) (The Hundred Club in Las Vegas) (And The Spot up in San Jose) (You know how we do, "Keep Right" word up) Smashin, SMASHIN~! (At some point, they're gonna have to come to the truth) |
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[Chorus: KRS-One]
Well are you ready for this? (We ready for this) Are you ready for this? (We ready for this!) Well we just can't miss (just can't miss) Well we just can't miss (drop the beat like this) Well are you ready for this? (We ready for this) Are you ready for this? (We ready for this!) Well we just can't miss (just can't miss) Well we just can't miss [KRS-One] Well when I speak this I'ma be like this, I'ma be like Kris I'ma teacher, I'ma preacher, I'ma free my kids I'ma grow dem and show dem what a leader is I'ma teach dem the laws of receive and give Knowledge Reigns Supreme, believe and live You done heard the hype, COME to where the talent is "I'm Still #1," yup you heard right People say, "KRS-One you shine bright!" Others say, "Yo - you rhyme tight" When you find me, you find light, and that's alright I don't know about pimpin, sellin women like retail Or turning coke into crack for resale But I do know if we fail In 2020 our children by the million gonna be jailed We got the victory over the streets God willin we chillin, we know we gon' eat I'm a whole different kind of MC, hoes don't like not tempt me but the ladies treat me oh so gently Universities sendin me stretch Bentleys My seminars and lectures, are rarely never empty We teach students plenty, honorary degrees Gold and platinum plaques I got many, ask Kenny People get shocked when I walk into Denny's Or the corner Kwik-Stop, they say, "That's Hip-Hop right there," and yeah it's really quite clear 2004 might be the right year for mental and spiritual repair The solution is in the resolution you just declared [Chorus] [KRS-One] When I speak like this Knowledge Reigns Supreme, hip-hop philosopher All in the street well I'm very popular All through the hood I make all the stops and I avoid the cops and them random shots well I love hip-hop and I, live hip-hop so I spit that shit to get you off your block cause I can't understand and I, wish I could see dem cats that talk bout they love the hood and they never bring the hood anything that's good, and they rap for the money tree, chasin a company But I think you can now see, rap is fun to me I got a ministry, a class, a staff that's under me KRS in pop rap? Nah, it ain't ought to be It'll never happen like, you eatin pork with me Amateurs hawkin me, DON'T EVEN talk to me My house is in Atlanta but I still got New York in me Walk with me, most rappers are short to me I'm like Chamberlain, dominatin the sport you see I toss MC's off of me When you hear KRS you say that's how it ought to be [Chorus] [KRS-One] I drop heat like this! |
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Ha! Ha! Huh! Huh! What's this?
Yo, huh, huh, huh [Verse One] I'm the one that steps in the club, ya not see it Givin dap, givin pounds and hugs, ya not see it In the club I'm not lookin for love, ya not see it Gimme the mic and I'll show you whassup, better believe it I'm not at the bar, whatever the pub, ya not see it Still they sendin me these bottles of bub, ya not see it But I will open the minds of thugs, ya not see it Who you think really bring in the drugs, ya not see it 60 million people smokin the bud, ya not see it Cause the American way of life is bugged, ya not see it You never peep it, yo this ain't a secret, ya not see it They confiscate it, resell it, you retrieve it, ya not see it! So believe it while you sit there weeded, ya not see it Hip-Hop culture who gonna lead it, ya not see it K, R, S One, ya not see it Peace love unity and havin the fun, ya not see it [Chorus] Cocaine business control America Ganja business control America KRS-One still causin hysteria Illegal business control America Diamond business control America The oil business control America KRS-One still causin hysteria Illegal business control America [Verse Two] Yo, rise up brother, raise up sister Visualize wealth, put yourself in the picture Very few cats gon' tell you the half, ya not see it Cause they're really only after the cash, ya not see it But they wind up sellin they own ass One album, two album, they gone they don't last So hold on a minute now, don't be so fast Knowledge Reigns Supreme with me ya won't crash Ha, I'm the cat that spits the raw, ya not see it They can't believe when I hit the tour, ya not see it I'm not ready to retire for sure, ya not see it I'm from the 70's, I'm down by law, ya not see it We passed fliers door to door, ya not see it Popularity's growin more and more, ya not see it Conscious rap where the heart is at, ya not see it We be screamin WHERE THE PARTY AT, ya not see it But instead of the Bacardi sack, ya not see it Fallin out in the party in the back, ya not see it Let me show you where the art is at, ya not see it Put down your money I'm takin all of that, ya not see it All the clubs they be callin me back, ya not see it I'm never short cause I'm taller than that, ya not see it I'm only showin you the other way out Maybe I'm preachin but this is what love is about, ya not see it [Chorus] [Verse Three] KRS, I speak when I must This that official underground rap, this you can trust I stand outside the industry and there's many of us Talkin mad shit but for those who not bilingual, plenty of stuff My whole crew is why you can't get with any of us Reason I'm not on TV cause I'm not sellin you nothin I'm not rhymin for a Bentley or a house this plush I spit for the conscious, what about us? Time's up, time to open that mind up Temple of Hip-Hop sign up, devils we bind up When I'm up rhymin cuts your spirit hear it and shines up Climb up before you wind up takin [Chorus] {*scratching*} [Chorus - minus instrumental] |
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(feat. Afrika Bambaataa)
[Afrika Bambaataa:] In the name of the force who is the source who is called by many names Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Elohim, Jah, El Nu, El Kuluwm, The All And as we give praise to the creator And we give praise for all you human beings Who's down here on this planet, so-called Earth And to all the extraterrestrial beings In other planets and other places and other dimensions Throughout our universe of universes I greet all of y'all with the greetings words of PEACE... [echoes] |
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Yeah
Y'know when advice is in your face, you need to heed that Word, you need to read that Y'know, I put this lil' joint together real quick You know what it's called? It's called - NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! That's right, listen [Verse One] Wasn't you the type to mimic what you saw on TV? Wasn't you the type to mimic what you heard on CD? You never wanted to work you wanted everything easy You heard KRS and you said, "That's preachy!" A wise young man says, "Father - teach me" A foolish young man wants to live life freaky Oh yes, Knowledge does Reign Supremely When I said it eighty-nine you didn't believe me NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. that's right NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. life is over, finished, done NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. better heed that, read that NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! [Verse Two] Listen - back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden BROOKLYN! Kris was a, metaphysician LOOKIN! For better ways to live without bein TOOKEN! We started our own management and BOOKIN! Makin moves with them live cats on FULTON! I can't even 'member all the dough that we TOOK IN! But you was lookin down on us Cause platinum never astounded us, so NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word, like that NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. ha, you shoulda heed that, you better NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. y'all was chasin the radio, remember that? NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. what they givin you back now? [Verse Three] Back when we was all singin "Monie in the Middle" You wanted to wiggle, jiggle in a tight skirt and giggle Even when outside was brittle, you still had on little And KRS warned that you'll get played like a fiddle Now you havin cravings for pickles cause you pregnant and don't know where the dad went and you poppin them drugs like Skittles When the baby is born it's little and sick But it's no riddle, you was movin too quick, huh NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word, look at this NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. you shoulda stayed home and read a book NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. literally, symbolically NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! [Verse Four] When advice is in your life you need to take it Cause frankly, everybody ain't gonna make it Back in the days we, showed 'em the way I put it there in the music but you weren't amazed You would criticize, debate, and basically hate But let it be known I wanted everyone to be great But you would diss and not even try to do better When we was at the U.N. you said "whatever" NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. we movin ahead, you still in the same spot NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. 'member all that back talk, all that? NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. takin over |
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(feat. Afrika Bambaataa)
[over beat from "Phucked"] [Afrika Bambaataa:] True school, you got to stop BS'in, with this New school you got to stop BS'in with this Cause y'all don't know that y'all ALL are bein controlled by corporations Where's your hip-hop museum? Where's your hip-hop doctors? Where's your hip-hop judges? Hip-Hop lawyers? Where's our hip-hop agriculturalists? Our hip-hop army? We better have some hip-hop police police our hip-hop self If we gon' do all this killin We are at war brothers and sisters... [leads into "Everybody Rise"] |
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{*scratched: "hit you with the real"*}
[L Da Headtoucha] Geah, it's Headtoucha and KRS combined and Yes, through the new millenium era we grindin Yes, this combination right here's one of a kind and It's Soul Supreme's dream team, we shinin Clap, I'm tryin to tell 'em there's more to it than rhymin It's now or never, all and together we climbin Clap, let's rewind to the beginnin of time and Back again, words merge over tracks like um, Shaq goes in I, crack yo' cabbage in, we ain't no average men My pen takes people to places they haven't been Like the streets or the gutter, when I speak over beats You discover I drop heat, don't compete with this brother No, just compete with each other, I'm deep in the gutter This underground sound, and I'm keepin it gutter Music is - the reason I'm livin, the reason I'm driven and givin my all to all y'all {*scratched: "Everybody rise!" - Busta Rhymes*} {*"Learn the techniques of" - KRS*} {*"real hip-hop" - Das EFX*} {*"no doubt"*} {*"so you don't have to worry and doubt"*} {*"KRS-One"*} {*"savagely attack*"} [KRS-One] Forgive me, I always been an indie-pendant Hip-Hop started on my block, I remember it It's in me, others wanna spit what's trendy But I take it back to Mork & Mindy Tellin these young cats, Nanu Nanu Keep my name out your mouth, it's too much to swallow Big up to my people, Peedo and Gato Victory over the streets, that's our motto I ain't forget you Choco-latte Chocolatte, you the original not the co-py But enough of that, run it back, we lovin that Break from them other cats, KRS-One is back Just look where the sun is at, where the moon is at If you in tune to that, you can never lose in rap Astronomy, all in inside of me For that conscious lyric, you know who you got to see! {*"KRS-One"*} {*"KRS-One"*} {*"KRS-One"*} {*"rap graphic"*} {*"collaborate with"*} {*"L Da Headtoucha"*} {*"we'll touch you"*} |
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{"Stop scheming!" - Milk Dee}
{"What more can I say?" - Milk Dee"} {"Stop scheming!"} [repeat 4X] {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} {"Stop scheming!"} {"Stop scheming!"} {"What more can I say?"} {"What more can I say?"} {"Stop scheming!"} [KRS-One] Yo I'm, I'm here to see a friend He came here last night about 12:10 The charge? Well he killed his girlfriend Huh? Fill this out - yo you got a pen? What time did I come in? Yes, yeah I'll follow you Oh there he go - yo whassup? Man you went OUT yo! Tchk, yo how you shruggin your shoulders? You lookin at double life here soldier! [Joe - singing #1] Tell me what was on your mind You should've thought a second time Now you gotta leave your dreams behind For life.. {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} [KRS-One] See that's what I'm sayin, you gots to change your attitude G Listen to me, the judge seein your case is a thirty-three degree Maybe you can find your pops, a thirty-three degree And see if you can be free by no later than three Yo why you lookin at me like that? What'chu mean it's whack? You got a six figure bail and not a dime in the sack See I told you, one day you'd caught her last time creepin You shoulda just let her go but you couldn't stop schemin [repeat 2X: Joe - singing #2] Shoulda just walked away, walked away Walked away.. Now they got you locked away, locked away Locked away.. {"What more can I say?"} {"Stop scheming!"} [Joe] Whoa-ohhhh! [KRS-One] Nah nah, na nah nah nah yo listen man you ever heard of the fact that you get one time for premeditated murder? Um, don't argue man just yesterday y'all were kissin and huggin What you lost your temper or somethin? Huh? Yeah well killin a lady WORSE You should always think FIRST! Yo I'ma try to.. tchk here comes the C.O. Yo whassup Thompson? Yo I'll say whassup to your P.O. [Joe singing #1] [Joe singing #2] - 1/2 {"What more can I say? - Stop scheming!"} |
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Peace and much love my people, I am Minister Server
Right here with the teacher, KRS-One Album #13, "Keep Right," or you gon' get left You know what time it is, ain't no time to be frontin Trust yourself, get with the movement www.templeofhiphop.org Yo teacher, let 'em have it - like this, c'mon [KRS-ONE] You get the CD and then, it's time to see me again You break it open and then, no we not jokin again Turn on your player and then, the rhyme sayer again Put in the cd and then, you can't believe me again Turn up the volume and then, we blowin by you again You start to listen and then, you see the mission again You start to listen and then, you get the vision again U-N-I-T-Y that spells unity man On G-O-D I demand, as you can see I don't end Your family I defend, don't battle me you won't win I'm not livin in sin, but I'm livin with Him Her/They/Them/Us trust yo let us begin KRS is unique, you can hear how I speak I be teachin the streets, I'm fin' ta reach for the peak I rock a club every week, I keep them thugs on they feet He's back, just me, please, don't try to compete I kick that knowledge in college when I club it it gets rugged And you can see that these others be garbage and I love it Uhh, what's the state of hip-hop? Don't confuse it with rap It's the state of your mind, it's the way that we act It's that thing that makes you say yo I can never be whack It's also clickin through my lyric lickings spittin the facts Hot tracks y'all prep for combat Baby I'm back, they crazy whack, takin 'em out! The philosophical flow son, that's live at my show son I'm soundin like no one, you feelin me though? The people want me back like they want The Arsenio Show They want the real, not a video hoe! This is KRS-One, you gotta believe me I'm sittin in the studio with Nice and B.C. See me tonight, we keepin it tight It's another from the brother KRS, "Keep Right!" |
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[Intro]
Vroom vroom vroom vroom My mind is racing Vroom vroom vroom My mind is racing Vroom My mind is racing [Verse 1] When you young you talk shit and get slapped up for it The ice, the cars, the clothes, we already bought it The streets, the projects, the hood, we already support it The rep, the respect, them cases we already carted The gold, the platinum plaques, we already flaunted The leathers in freezing weathers we already sported The wise see your lies and you already shorted Them boys they talkin to boys, we men we ignore it The whole planet, so-called Earth, we already toured it My levels be on max with the bass distorted When the economy is up we getting all of that When the economy is down we still touring Jack Look back at '88, where them ballers at? They was buyin' out the bar, I ain't fall for that Spending they money, you'd think the club would call them back But they didn't, that shit was all an act I go [Chorus 1] Vroom vroom My mind is racing Vroom vroom vroom My mind is racing Vroom I said my mind is racing like Vroom vroom vroom My mind is racing [Chorus 2] (2X) I'm a warrior I'm a warrior In this concrete jungle it's hard to stay humble I'm a warrior I'm a warrior I bring that drama to whoever, whenever, WHAT! [Verse 2] Yo, let me tell you 'bout defeating the drama In the street with the armour It's the teacher, Kris Parker I be in the hood, looking good, speaking of honour Being a father Not avoid the baby mama drama Respect myself I gotta, we gotta live proper The True hip-hopper, hits yes a non-stopper A no quitter, heavy hitter Looks within to, be the winner Now let us begin the orientation Hip-hop culture is what we call the nation But annihilation is what we facing Cats getting killed from Scott La Rock to Jam Master Jason That's why we was at the United Nations Laying down the foundation For hip-hop as a real nation You know what time we wastin? But... Vroom vroom My mind is racing Vroom vroom vroom My mind is racing [Chorus 2] (2X) [Chorus 1] |
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[KRS-One]
You told me man, you need me man Who the teacher me man, who gon' lead you me man Who gon' free you me man, well not mostly me man But come up close to me man, make a toast with me man I'm not starvin me man, I be feedin me man You won't be seein me man, cause I be bookin me man Them lights be hookin me man, while people look at me man They sing the hooks with me man, yo read this book with me man How these rappers slash actors wanna fuck with me man When we be up inside the spot they be duckin me man I be movin me man, showin and provin me man My wife is soothin me man, yo' life is new to me man [Minister Server] Aiyyo what's goin on this is Minister Server Now you've been readin the books, seein the lectures Hearin the CD's watchin the tapes Now's the time for you to get rid of your fears Aiyyo teacher tell 'em what's going on [KRS-One] You see me man, it don't take much to be me man I just stay extra focused on the G-O-D in me man Not too many ahead of me man If rappers were television channels I'd be C-SPAN, believe me man Don't nobody sound like me man, I'm a free man For that golden age hip-hop, you know you gotta see me man From 1973 man, to 1993 man If you unaware of them 20 years you won't understand me man So here's the plan for you and me man Hip-Hop is not a product to be bought and sold Hip-Hop is you and me man So in the years to come you gonna see me man On top of a Shaquille like Leland And you gonna be right there with me man As you can see man I got S-T-Y-L-E man Why for 17 years you already knew this about me man So you be you man, and I'll be me man But remember Knowledge Reigns Supreme - yup, that's me man! |
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Get 'em, get 'em (yeah yeah!)
Get 'em, get 'em (that's B & NYCE) Get 'em, get 'em (ha ha) Get 'em, get 'em [Chorus: KRS-One] Let's go, let's start the show Contracts and dough, you came to hear Kris Let's go, let's start the show Watch how I flow, you came to feel this Let's go, live MC rappin Cut mix and scratchin, you came to see me Let's go, let's make it happen For your satisfaction, you came to be free [KRS-One] From all the bull, from all the push, from all the pull From all the critics and the cynics that there happens to be Relax from the attacks, there's no battlin me Write whatever you like, I will rattle you G No hassle for me, with the freestyle skill Believe I'm ill, chill, I be surpassin MC's Ain't too many faster than me man Neck movin, sweat oozin, schoolin, that's how we jam I write with a free hand, I write with a purpose If you bought the CD, thanks for the purchase If you downloaded the album then COME to the concert Don't sit in front of the computer 'til your eye hurt Get up, get out, and join the movement Hip-Hop culture is more than music And I'ma prove it, whether freestyle or written Ax yourself how KRS still spittin [Chorus] [NYCE] Me and my niggaz go to the club with hooded jeans and boots Fuck a dress code, fuck a tie, fuck your shoes and suits We rock doo rags to fitteds, and throwback jerseys Front pockets with cash, paint a wall with a slash Gettin our drink on, burnin trees, eyes lookin Japanese Whylin out because the DJ threw on M.O.P. Peepin how the ballers with the gators is hatin But fuck what they be talkin this is straight from the streets They got war comin out they mouth but they don't want beef Cause yo I snatch them outta they ride, click click, surprise Run your jewels, your shoes, before you make tonight's news All downs are bet, and I'm playin for keeps Actin like you gon' scheme, then my man gon' squeeze Word to the {?} cause I knows you don't want it You be up in, {?} tear while I be, everywhere Yeah, it's like that what? [Chorus] |
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(feat. Minister Server)
[Minister Server: speaking] The God of your understanding, has chosen you and you've agreed To be here in this space and time to do something, that only you can do Now I won't stand here to try and tell you what it is But deep, inside yourself As you take time to uncover, and ask yourself some vital questions Like - what is it that brings me peace, what is it that brings me joy? What do I love doing? What am I willing to become highly skilled at doing? What part can I play for the betterment of the society And the world in which I want to live? When you begin to ask yourself those real questions And it doesn't have to be done in a formal way It can be done just like we're speaking, right now Ask yourself the question Look at how you see yourself in just a year from now And then go forward And if you have children or even if you don't have children Now begin to, look at your future beyond The space and time that you are Now visualize exactly, the way that you desire to live Don't be afraid to, dream |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I talk how I talk when I talk cause I been there I walk how I walk when I walk cause I been there On your own sleepin in the park yeah I been there How we really gonna survive? Let us begin there [KRS-One] I'm talkin to the little you but, there is a bigger you The bigger you is spiritual, little you that is physical KRS is givin you, somethin more than I get with you I'm hittin you, splittin you, rippin you down with me You busted that metaphysical rap, at the pinnacle I'm at I'm down here just to deal witchu cats I never bleep you, I just remind you that they don't need you They gonna keep you for as long as they can eat you But that mic you speak through goes from here to Mogadishu And how you represent US is the issue I'm not here to diss you, or dismiss you But at any moment we can be hit with missiles [Chorus] [KRS-One] How many MC's must get dissed How many young men must get frisked How much ice can really go on one wrist How many shots get fired at a target and just miss We gonna live like this? I walk the same path that Ma$e do But he went in the church, I stayed out to face you The difference between us is not just man to man But in fact it's fan to fan People that buy KRS-One goin places People that buy your shit, they catchin cases My people eat, your people cheat Such is the words you speak and you reap You can pop that shit if you like But people that buy KRS-One, they lookin for the light Like NYCE, Jada, Lizzard, B.C. Harold, Symone, Server yo man see me [Chorus] |
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Where shall we land, there?
Which city shall we destroy today? This one, or that one? This one? [KRS-One] Take a look a look around, we last forever We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle We free MC's, what we decree will not desert you We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin We calculate against the continued cries of our children They may be cryin now but they won't be cryin later We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes Create instrumentals, write hooks and rock masses NONE passes, without studyin this flow It's all good as long as you know Kris know! [Chorus: Mad Lion] While I deal with I, Jah talk to I When I dem go alike, only de one comply Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I If you don't unify your children them a gon' cry [KRS-One] I stand with the rejected, the unsuspected, the unconnected The neglected the one you, never suspected It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back Sayin that's my sound, and that's my sound And that's my track, and that's my rap And that's some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin it back I'm actually, I'm everywhere at every time Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind KRS is my representative on Earth Challenge him not, he's been hip-hop since birth His main objective, is to put hip-hop in perspective Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities [Chorus] [Mad Lion] Inna style dem a {?}, yo alla dem a cry Dey worship slackness and to be under sky We lead dem to de water but we cyan't make dem drink Pussy to take a sip, cause it gon' make you t'ink We don't usually {?} shit {?}, yo alla dem a sing Wisdom wort more den any diamond and gold People use it and find it like de Dead Sea Scrolls [KRS] Take dem Lion, take 'em, take it over! [Mad Lion] Cause of dem outer, dem outer, dem outer inter outer inter Outer inter outer inter out of control Dey neva find wisdom til dem dead ohhh Mad Lion make de {?} roll KRS make up a sea and bulge ya Of the story of never been told-a Cause we outer, outer, inter outer outer ese Out of control, out of control I'm so serious ay (what?) We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again) Some people diss dem {?} hell's in this world But dey'll come around one day [KRS-One] Yo, yo, only Beezlebub think my voice is aggravatin Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin The mind's debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan? But the tree is only known by it's fruit, what am I creating? What am I stating? Have I stood the test of time? Or am I fading, or has God blessed my rhyme? Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better day daily |
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(feat. Afrika Bambaataa)
[Afrika Bambaataa:] We got to understand rap been here for a long time~! When God talked to the prophets, he was rappin And when the prophets talked back to God, they was rappin And then if people wanna bring it up and get all up to the modern days and ages We can start to goin in the 60's when you had Shirley Ellis When she did "The Name Game" and "The Clapping Song" We can go to the poetry rappin of of sister Son... Sonia Sanchez With uh The Watts Poets, or The Last Poets We can get into the political or the message rap Of The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, Malcolm X Or The Honorable Elijah Muhammad We can get into the the the the party and fun raps Of Pigby Markam[? ], Marks Baby[? ] We can go back to the "Hi De Hi De Ho" with Cab Calloway We can go back to the radio disc jockey or jocko Eddie OJ, and all the others that did things We can go back to the LOVE RAP of Isaac Hayes, Black Moses To the LOVE RAP of Barry White out there This is all part of rap And if all you country people want to get into the country & western thing We can take it to, Tony Joe White, when he did "Poke Salad Annie" This is all dealin with the rap Rap has always been there... [echoes] |
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[KRS-One:]
What, yeah Shoutout Minister Server Word up Super J My man Byron is goin off Marlowe, Inebriated Beats, word Uhh, you know what this is, word up [Chorus:] Who be rockin it constantly? (KRS) Who be droppin philosophy? (KRS) For the real it got to be (KRS) Them niggaz ain't stoppin me (KRS) Whack rappers they got to go (let 'em have it) So they front on that microphone (let 'em have it) [KRS-One:] I be comin in all wild with raw styles Goin that long mile, makin 'em all smile Make it happen, MC'n no rappin, believe me I'm strappin YOu see me I'm slappin, believe me you deceive me It can greasy, I'm cappin, bring the action, ADD the clips Start subtractin, multiply them shots, you a fraction Raise up, blaze up, get made up You wanna bug out you'll get, sprayed up - NOW~! (Bo bo bo bo... yeah!) [Chorus] [KRS-One:] It's the Temple, expandin your mental Inebriated instrumentals believe me nothin defends you When I spit, rappers be runnin out really quick They come with that silly shit, but them not really it Kris is it, them an idiot, if it wasn't for radio programmin You wouldn't be feelin it, or willin it Original, metaphysical, meta-lyrical Forever spiritual, really man, I ain't feelin you (Yeah! Yeah! Whattup?) [Chorus] [KRS-One:] I'm somethin like a phe-nom-enon, fast like ramadan You can never tell what style I'm on Wise like Solomon, unlike any udda mon If you lookin for that bling bling, go check dat udda mon What I utter mon be butter mon, straight from the gutter mon Boxcutter in one hand, buck in the other one Lyric I got a ton of 'em, gunnin 'em, not frontin 'em Back again, it's KRS-One and them, OHH~! (Woooo! ... So) [Chorus] [Outro: KRS-One] Feel it (let 'em have it) So they front on the microphone (let 'em have it) Y'all better catch up! Ha ha Y'all better catch up! Word up |
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(feat. Akbar, An Ion, Illin' P, L da Headtoucha, ...)
[KRS-One:] It don't stop, word It don't stop, we still spittin! Word Knowledge Reigns Supreme, Over Nearly Everyone When you gon' get it? Aww man Watch how I spit 'em, watch how I hit 'em Inebriated rhythm, we get up all in 'em KRS you gotta get him, we the best we always win 'em Them cats won't admit I'm in the club rippin they shit I'm raw when I'm on tour you better be sure when you get 'em 'Til you hit the floor and spin 'em, them elements do you live 'em? Or are you just usin 'em, confusin 'em and killin them Your touring is boring, your minimum ain't fulfillin them So let's start drillin 'em, why we ain't feelin them Cause we lookin and lookin and don't see that real in them Cars we be wheelin them, minds we be healin them With books and CD's, believe me we straight dealin them Live in the club them thugs hit the ceiling When they get the feeling KRS-One start delivering So who's up? (Akbar) You live hip-hop? Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [Akbar:] This whole rap game is a gamble, some MC's can't handle Financial freeze, your record company's at a standstill While I breeze through a sample, and lead by example Find fertile minds and drop seeds by the handful Man you ain't gotta hit me in my head with the anvil I grow wise, I recognize the lies and the scandal Once you sign on that line, your career could depend on These white collar crooks who cook the books like Enron So I took an oath to speak no lie While mad rappers die over beef like E. Coli I guess you thugs won't get the picture until them slugs hit ya I ain't a hater, but sooner or later "Love's Gonna Get 'Cha" And if you don't know that, then you dumb fella And everything I said, went right over your head, like an umbrella So who's up? (L) You live hip-hop? (Damn right) Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [L Da Headtoucha:] Categorize me with the best clique, rhyme majestic With it I get sick and mo' connected So electric my energy is remembered I'm limitless My mind screamin just against the rhythm, intense is the ism In 'em I long salute the young and hungry to shine Nightmares of lost time haunt taunt me to rhyme Been isolated, waitin years to finally reappear Cheers I made it, all praise due, Inebriated These words are weaponry, huh, mental telepathy Rocks for definite, reppin it, 'til the death of me Pain left in me runs deep, and leaks through the speakers In Jeeps and tape decks, then connects to your peeps We keep it, thorough borough to borough, city to ghetto Rock like, heavy mental on the, instrumental So who's up? (Illin') You live hip-hop? Get on the mic and give it what you got [Illin' P:] I got five on it, you want it, flaunt it without hazzy Dues paid check the rezzy, the black film be That of a blunt's ash, past he of the spectacular cash To get after master {?} atlas I rep even when I be fingerin them, get it, probably not Probably thought I meant that snitch talk Starvin your brain, I never come with the simple and plain To get at these thoughts, get on the train-er I'ma af'ta learn ya bwoy, ya not fi come wit de sum'n Microphone check one, no frontin You niggaz is mimin your rhymes cause y'all ain't sayin nuttin Some of dem soft, me foot bak I'm 'pon de mic {?} +Good Will+ stay +'untin+ Fear new day mon, un if ye wake up Industry feel de shake up Married to the ghetto you niggaz forget, break up Ahh so who live hip-hop Upon de hip, me ride the Soul Train ock [Supastition:] Yo I'm not to be confused with these popular new names I been paid my dues I'm at the top of the food chain And I should get an award for slept on peeps So this beat'll be perfect for my acceptance speech Forever loved in your city, thanks to rap My album's a continuous seller like fitted Yankee caps I'm like a demon, crossbred with a ragin bull I'm from the South but I relate more to "Paid in Full" So focused on my grind, I'm potent when I rhyme Tell niggaz close your fuckin mouth and open up your mind It takes more than a few weeks to learn I make sure rappers and microphones ain't on speakin terms As far as you concerned, I'm losin my temper and patience Nobody takes shit serious like an impotent rapist So who's up? (An Ion) You live hip-hop? (True dat, true dat) Yo, get on the mic and show 'em what you got [An Ion:] I'm aggressive, progressive, words young ticker be vital Rip the game and the name to reclaim any taken title Directly hand out stares to the needle as it rotates An agent to decrepit from rigormortis in flow eighths Not even for a minute can you rap Let down by the sound that drowns the clowns even dare to step Don't ride the rhythm, I order you to jock Your claim to fame was holdin down but you can't hold cock Damn right we can fight, I stay with grudge With no prior budge from the previous And when is it that fourth'll crack cranium, kids come in the picture Knowin that asshole and Ion and you ain't the perfect mixture Like Alice, diners become the impeccable haven That any enter my zone must be stripped down and shaven I stand before you as a fiendish critter Creatin causin collision with a pen Written that hatred of spaced-out squashed men like it was a sin The only job payin me enough to snuff the rough Should have never planned the plan to make you perish Leavin your fan and your uncle and son with somethin he can cherish |
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