Return Of The Boom Bap (1993)

• Outta Here
• Black Cop
• Mortal Thought
• I Can't Wake Up
• Slap Them Up
• Sound Of Da Police
• Mad Crew
• Uh Oh
• Brown Skin Woman
• Return Of The Boom Bap
• "P" Is Still Free
• Stop Frontin'
• Higher Level 

Outta Here lyrics - KRS-One

[DJ Premier samples/scratches between verses:]

[Slick Rick:] "Boogie Down was performin, hey they ain't no joke"

[KRS:] "Down with the sound called B-D-P"

[Verse 1:]

Back in the days I knew rap would never die

I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI

I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops

Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits

Me and Kenny couldn't afford that

So we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap

I used to listen till the cops broke it up

I always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up?"

But never the less I was in love with the microphone

And it stayed that way until I left home

On the streets of New York, now I'm free

But with freedom comes big responsibility

I used to walk around driven by the force

I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off

I used to wonder about crews that used to rock

They were large, but none of them could manage to stay on top

Do you ever think about when you outta here?

Record deal and video outta here?

Mercedes Benz and Range Rover outta here?

No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out!

[Verse 2:]

After livin' on the streets alone

Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home

I used to watch the show "I Dream of Jeannie"

And dreamt about "When will I be large like Whodini?"

But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway

And gettin' chased by the cops almost everyday

I knew it had to bea better way see

So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC

Around 1984 I left the group home, again alone

Still dreamin' about the microphone

Gimme a chance man, I know I can rock it

But I had to worry about puttin' money in my pocket

So when I reached the shelter I met my helper DJ Scott La Rock

And we both loved hip-hop

I was takin' suckas out in the shelter system

Yeah there was rappers in the shelter but I had to diss 'em

But all along, my vision was never lost

I kept seeing all these rap groups fallin' off

Do you ever think about when you're outta here?

Fly girl and fresh gear outta here?

Five-thousand dollar love seat outta here?

No doubt BDP is old school, but we ain't goin' out!

[Verse 3:]

While I'm battling these rival crews

Yes, BDP would stay in the street news

Some said all they wanna do is battle

They can't write a song, so their careers won't last long

Around this time I used to hang with Ced Gee

And DJ Scott La Rock used to buy gold with Eric B

I didn't meet Rakim till later with Scott

I remember we were jammin' at the rooftop

It used to irk me when these critics had opinions

Scott would say "Just keep rappin', I'll keep spinnin'"

We had a fucked up contract, but we signed it

And dropped the hip-hop album Criminal Minded

We told the critics your opinions are bull

Same time Eric B and Rakim dropped Paid in Full

Hip-hop pioneers we didn't ask to be

But right then hip-hop changed drastically

People didn't wanna hear the old rap sound

We started samplin' beats by James Brown

In the middle of doin' My Philosophy

Scott was killed and that shit got to me

But knowin' the laws of life and death

I knew his breath, was one with my breath

I had nothin' left and it was scary

So I dropped By All Means Necessary

Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me

Was a revolution crew called Public Enemy

It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back

These two albums set off consciousness in rap

But all along, I'm still lookin' around

And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down

Do you ever think about when you outta here?

Condominium and beach house outta here?

Credit cards and bank accounts outta here?

No doubt BDP is old school, be we ain't goin' out!

Black Cop lyrics - KRS-One

Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!

All rude bwoy lissen up!

Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop

Stop shootin black people, we all gonna drop

You don't even get, paid a whole lot

So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!

Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!

Lookin for your people when you walk down a block

Here in America you have drug spot

They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot

The black drug dealer just avoid black cop

They're killin each other on a East Coast block

Killin each other on a West Coast block

White police, don't give a care about dat

Dem want us killin each other over crack

Anyway you put it it's a black on BLACK

Black cop black cop black cop

Black cop black cop black cop

Thirty years, there were no black cops

You couldn't even run, drive round the block

Recently police trained black cop

To stand on the corner, and take gunshot

This type of warfare isn't new or a shock

It's black on black crime again nonSTOP

Black cop!! Black cop black cop

Black cop black cop black cop

"Don't be the sucker..

Don't be the sucker comin into my face..

Don't be the sucker.."

Here's what the West and the East have in common

Both have black cops in cars profilin

Hardcore kids in the West got stress

In the East we are chased by the same black beast

The black cop is the only real obstacle

Black slave turned black cop is not logical

But very psychological, haven't you heard?

It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg

Whassup black cop, yo, whassup?!

Your authorization says shoot your nation

You wanna uphold the law, what could you do to me?

The same law dissed the whole black community

You can't play both sides of the fence

1993 mad kids are gettin tense

Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop

Stop shootin black people we all gonna drop

You don't even get, paid a whole lot

Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!

Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!

Take your uzi, put it 'pon lock!

Black cop black cop black cop

Black cop black cop black cop

"Don't be the sucker..

Don't be the sucker..

Don't be the sucker..

Don't be the sucker comin into my face

Don't.. don't be the sucker comin into my face

Don't-don't-don't be the sucker comin into my face

Don't-don't-don't-don't

Don't be the sucker comin into my face

Don't-don't, don't-don't

Don't be the sucker comin into my face

Don't-don't-don't!

Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that yang-yang!"

Mortal Thought lyrics - KRS-One

Adjust that treble right now adjust the bass

Turn it up, stop frontin

C'mon, turn it up

Alright, check it out ninety-three lyrics, here we go

Bo!

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat

The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black

I never want money if my lyrics are wack

So I must, roc, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap

I rock the African, the European, and Jap

Beneath I got to show you that I am all that

So I must, roc, the mic

Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers

Wannabe MC's, but really good triers

Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored

A total fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford, so I

pick up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it

The cough is a skillet, where MC's get fried in it

You got beef chill it, blood I spill it

After seven long years of ripping the party and I'm still widdit

You call my name I don't think about suing ya

I come to the club with that BOOYAKA

Laughing while I'm doin ya the crowd is booin ya

Gimme one month, record for record on tape I'll ruin ya

Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wan fi rule de city

His style is lookin pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby

Here comes the rootical ratical teacha

I'll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter

You'll be goin through convulsions as I flash data

Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what's the matter

You're full of more junk than a sausage

Let me show you what a real hip-hop artist

[DJ Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!"]

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat

The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black

I never want money if my lyrics are wack

So I must, roc, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap

I rock the African, the European, and Jap

Beneath I got to show you that I am all that

So I must, roc, the mic

Of course yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your life

Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise

In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice

I'm nice, like beans and rice, I am delicious

Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don't want to fuck with Kris is

Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes

Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you simply makin wishes

We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin wishes

you'se a fraud, I mean a fraud like in fraudulation

I know what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin

And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy tongue

You get ripped up by KRS-One

Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist

Here's a little somethin for you all to remember Kris, and remember this

I am no pessimist, more of an optimist

Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist

And the smartest, Premier, spark this

[Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!"]

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat

The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black

I never want money if my lyrics are wack

So I must, roc, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play only rap

I rock the African, the European, and Jap

Beneath I got to show you that I am all that

So I must, roc, the mic

I Can't Wake Up lyrics - KRS-One

[Intro]

What I want you to do is count to ten.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two

On one, you will be asleep - one

[Chorus]

I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

[KRS-One]

I'm dreamin.. about bein a blunt

I'm runnin around and I just can't wake up, hah!

I'm dreamin.. about bein a blunt, ho!

I'm walkin around and I just can't wake up

[Verse 1]

I'm tryin to wake up, I can't wake up

So I run and jump, someone yelled, "Get that blunt!"

Get that blunt - now I'm thinking this is major

I've got a bunch of people chasin me with a razor?!

I don't like this dream as a blunt

But I can't get out of it and I can't seem to wake up

So I'm runnin and racin, blunt smokers are chasin

This is insane, I'm caught by House of Pain

I'm picked up, they said they gonna (Put My Head Out)

They slit my back and all the tobacco fell out

Now I'm hollowed wet thin and yes ready

They poured the shumpang gently and re-wet me

I'm in the mouth yo, I can't wake up

Yo I'm a blunt gettin smoked and I can't wake up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Check it out now, in the same attire here comes the fire

OW they lit it, now I'm burnin by the minute

But check it out, more heads came to chill

Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill took a pull, lungs are full

Who's next? I'm bein passed to Das EFX

As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps

It's really smoky but I can still see Black Sheep

Whoa! Black Sheep gets me, relights me

Room is proper, now I'm passed off to Shabba

Shabba's voice gets low like a tuba

He said, "Me no folllow no rumor" and passed me to Grand Puba

I wasn't burnin right so Puba got mad at me

And said, "Who rolled this?" and passed it to Kid Capri

Kid Capri said, "I won't front!

Pass it to Redman, he knows how to roll a blunt"

Redman said, "No need to re-roll"

He hit, relit it, and passed me to De La Soul

De La Soul took a hit and kept hittin

Now they're buggin cause they passed me to Bill Clinton

Bill Clinton said, "I'll smoke but I won't inhale

I'll only hit it twice," he got slapped by Greg Nice

Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up

I'm bein smoked and I can't wake up

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Get me out of this, somebody wake me up

I'm still on fire and I'm still bein smoked up

half my body is gone, now they're comin to my head

Now my head is being pinched by Teddy Ted

A crazy nightmare I got to go

I got to wake up and I'm passed off to Yo-Yo

Yo-Yo gets respect as a lady

She didn't smoke, she passed me to Showbiz & A.G.

A.G. said, "Respect due seen"

He got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B

Smooth B, although he's talking to Teddy

Took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy

Freddy said, "Yo! There's nothing left pop"

Looked at me in my face and passed me to Chubb Rock

Chubb Rock said, "Yo Freddy chill!

If you ever catch me smoking, just kick me in the grill"

[Chorus]

I'M DREAMIN!!!

Slap Them Up lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Ill Will)

[D.J. Premier]

Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the

motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,

yo Kris, run that shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit,

my joint. Run that motherfucker...it's only right kid...

[KRS-One]

(Do it, do it, do it...)

Drop that bassline...

You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time...

(Do it, do it, do it...)

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!

Gal! Will ya come slap dem up

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!

Ill Will, slap dem up

[Ill Will]

MC's get ate, get broken like a pretzel

and get dissed if they ever try to step to

They can't take a MC with loose lips

Talk a lotta shit (but sink no motherfuckin' ships)

Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips

Watch another rapper body get stiff

Just like in church, we pass the basket

as I preach over his casket

Fuck it, kick the body right over

and say "See ya, hmm...nice to know ya"

Got another rapper to see

Yo Kris, bust that ass (certainly)

[KRS-One]

If you're shiverin' get off the pot

Let the original rapper rock the spot

You stand there and jock, goin' (mumbles)

This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness

It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'?

I got more rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn

So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated

Young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee

I was rockin' rhymes when "La-Di-Da-Di" was a demo

Admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go

Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS quick

I bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass whipped

Crazy ill mad styles is what I give'em

Not a run-of-the-mill'em, I drill'em, I got ridiculous rhythm

None of my styles you can get with'em

Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill'em

[Ill Will]

Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya

If I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya

We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest

Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest

(Well that was fresh)

[KRS-One]

A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will

Don't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still

Greed will lead your need to succeed

but your speed, your speech

Your outreach is a breach of what I teach

For lyrical styles you're a leech

If I was Spanish I'd say, ("You lie like a beech")

Wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow...

Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard

But you're really a bitch, when you get it together

call me, here's my card

Check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour

Lyrical talent, imagination and flavour

I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt

Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt

I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt

Black, you'll come up dizzy sayin' "How da fuck he do dat?"

'cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached

If your name ain't Arrested Development, well save your speech

Time to ill, I got mad skills to fill

Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Tasty Cakes

Gotta be the best Gee, don't try to test me

You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not Jesse

Let's be up front when I meet ya

Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' teacher

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!

Gal! Will ya come slap dem up

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!

Gal! Will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up...

(Do it, do it, do it...) [x2]

Yo...South Bronx, South South Bronx

South Bronx, South South...yo, Uptown

Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Staten Island

What about...Queens?

Sound Of Da Police lyrics - KRS-One

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Stand clear! Don man a-talk

You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk

Watch out! We run New York

Police man come, we bust him out the park

I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act

You claim I'm sellin' crack

But you be doin' that

I'd rather say "see ya"

Cause I would never be ya

Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!

Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour

First show a little respect, change your behavior

Change your attitude, change your plan

There could never really be justice on stolen land

Are you really for peace and equality?

Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me

Your laws are minimal

Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal

This has got to cease

Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Now here's a likkle truth

Open up your eye

While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise

Take the word "overseer," like a sample

Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example

Overseer

Overseer

Overseer

Overseer

Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!

Yeah, officer from overseer

You need a little clarity?

Check the similarity!

The overseer rode around the plantation

The officer is off patroling all the nation

The overseer could stop you what you're doing

The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing

The overseer had the right to get ill

And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill

The officer has the right to arrest

And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!

(Woop!) They both ride horses

After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!

The police them have a little gun

So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one

(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day

Just so they can run the light and be upon their way

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Check out the message in a rough stylee

The real criminals are the C-O-P

You check for undercover and the one PD

But just a mere Black man, them want check me

Them check out me car for it shine like the sun

But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one

Black people still slaves up til today

But the Black police officer nah see it that way

Him want a salary

Him want it

So he put on a badge and kill people for it

My grandfather had to deal with the cops

My great-grandfather dealt with the cops

My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops

And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of da police!

Woop-woop!

That's the sound of the beast!

Mad Crew lyrics - KRS-One

[Intro:]

So in the clubs I get (mad)

On the mic I get (mad)

On the beats I get (mad)

Yo,

[Chorus:]

I got the

(Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm wit the

I be chillin' wit the

I'm rollin' wit the

[Verse 1:]

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this

Wack, underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris

They watchin' too much television and they rocka

This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me

Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me

But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' NOTHIN'

You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me

Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie

You're rated PG

Again I win when I begin

I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend

I don't bend

I ravage and damage

I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses

Hot flashes, your style's with trash's

Stay out of my classes, PUNK

Stay out of my classes - yo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star

I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar

So here's a quick freestyle to my target:

My core audience, (fuck) the rest of the market!

'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it

Then break your legs if you try to chart it

I got heart, it

Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it

Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me

Use caution

I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often

You probably don't know this:

I give birth to MCs

And I also give abortions

I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper

And I'm that _hungry_ motherfucker!

You don't wanna be on the menu!

I'll end you, twist you up and bend you

Like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco

No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow

That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble

Me are number one of me there is no double!

And you don't want no trouble

'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Check

Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing

KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting

Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one

All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup

Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up

But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up

This ain't no game upon the mic

Me bring the noise to you like Chuck

[Chorus]

Kid Capri got the

Gang Starr got the

Ill Will got the

Flavor Unit got the

Uh Oh lyrics - KRS-One

[Chorus:]

You ain't that tough ya

Choose the right friends

You ain't that tough now

Don't make your life end

You walk around the town like you a big man

But you never know now that there's always a bigger man

You sling the M-16 and flash the M-1

But you don't know what you're doing never learned to handle one

But true! All you friend thinking you a gangster

While your mother tried to warn you from certain danger

So when you in your room you playing with your Mac-10

Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend

You posing aw dey mirror like you a gangster clown

But the Mac-10 go off and you friend go down

Uh oh! What you gonna do now?

Uh oh! They gonna blame you somehow

Uh oh! Tell me what you gonna say

Uh oh! Look, they cutting you away

Your father telling you "Now son just go to school

Don't go acting like a fool and don't go acting too cool"

You get to the school and meet up with the right bunch

Just a group of kids with no names taking people lunch

You join the click because you wanna meet some girls

And you want a little prestige in you little school world

One day you're walking with your crew along the road

And a member of your crew pull out a gun and unload

He shoot a parked car and all you run far

You and your friends laughing like you a superstar

And you get home and you thinking it was fresh

And a cop meet you there with a warrant for your arrest

Them ask, "Who shot the gut why you walking down the street

Didn't you see the little boy there in the back seat sleep?

Now the boy dead we want to know from you

Who shot the car up, are we gonna take you?"

Uh oh! Now what you gonna do now?

Uh oh! Boy, them gonna blame you

Uh oh! Now tell me what you gonna say

Uh oh! Look, they cutting you away

[Chorus]

White kids! You living in the whitest part of town

You are a white kid but you know you hang around

So you and your friends thinking that you are all of that

When you see a youth walk by and yes the youth is black

One kid say "Hey, what you doing on the block

We don't want no niggers here unless he is a cop"

So the kid pull out a big baseball bat

And them him slap with the bat because the kid is black

Now then the kid fell down but still alive

So he reach in his pants and pull out a four-five

Pop! One friend drop and everyone run

Out of all the white kids now you the only one

You start cry, cause now you gonna die

And it's all because what your friends did to this guy

Uh oh! What you gonna do now?

Uh oh! He gonna blame you somehow

Uh oh! What you think you gonna say?

Uh oh! Now them cutting you away

Check!

[Chorus x2]

Brown Skin Woman lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Kid Capri)

[Kid Capri]

Aiyyo Kris, yo yo yo!

That was fresh, come with that next shit

Uhh! Fat fat fat fat beats!..

How refreshing is it really?

How refreshing is it really?!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Whoo!..

Big shout out to Philly in the house

G. Simone, you know you're not alone

KRS-One on the micraphone

Now we gonna come down ruffneck like this now seen?

Mad Lion hold tight

[Chorus:]

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a HOE

Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the BO

Brown skin woman you a queen and not a HOE

Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the BO

[Verse 1:]

We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect

If you come with disrespect you get a rope around your neck

Some people don't expect me, to be so violent

But me NAH violent, just myself I protect

Too many time I see, young gwal pickadee

Pay five ten twenty thirty dollar to see

some rapper some singer some [?] celebrity

Talk bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body

But them NAH talk about peelin off some money

for the pumpin onna bed, when you haf the baby

Whattaya think can happen next? After you're done havin sex?

Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence

Mahn me NOT against sex, but too many DJ

talk sex but them not talk about the next day

Cause the next day them gone, and you sit alone

Got em soup up your mic, pon de micraphone

[Chorus: w/ minor variations]

[Verse 2:]

Brown skin gwal them can't diss yo

Cause you run the show-ow-ow!

Them call you all type of bimbo

But you know you're not a hoe-oe-oe!

Bwoy pickade, check out your history

Brown man is a God in any ci-ty

White, man knew dat, and dat was a shock

So dem whip up your bod', and dem whippin not stop

But dem NAH can't stop us wit de whip and de chain

So dem take away your history, erase your name

STILL, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss

We just, take on the name, that MASSA give us

That name is NI-GGA, the correct is NE-GRO

It's spa-nish for BLACK, white mahn call us DAT

There is also NE-GROID, also NE-GRO

Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo

Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black

Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact

You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave

That's some GARBAGE dem print, dem want you to behave!

You a African man, some say Asian

You must respect your love, all brown skin 'oman!

If you diss your 'oman, you not come wit no plan

So shut up your mowf, til you must understand!

[Chorus: w/ minor variations]

[Outro:]

I know you want me to call you a nigga.. NO!

I know you want me to call you a hoe.. NO!

I know you want me to call you a bitch.. NO!

This is how it go!

[Kid Capri]

Yes Kris, you're large!

Another fat production by the KIIIIID Capri

Big shouts to the engineer Naughty

Big shouts to Luca, and we OUTTTTTTTTA here!

Peeeeeeeeeeace!

Return Of The Boom Bap lyrics - KRS-One

[Intro]

Boom Bap Original Rap

Boom Bap Original Rap

See how it sounds(bo!) a little unrational(bo!) [x4]

[Verse 1]

Now bad boy squad and bad boy crew

everything I do, I do jus for you

another silly sucker wants the champion belt

but like a microwave these days I make em melt

Return Of The Boom Bap means jus that

it means return of the real hard beats and real rap

the ladies in the place like it jus like that

I'm a around the way gay with a baseball cap

you know my style, you know my name

I'm chillin at the top, but I'm still the same

I never crossed over, never went pop

you know Krs will give you real hip hop so..

[Chorus]

See how it sounds(bo!) a little unrational(bo!) [x4]

[Verse 2]

People always callin me a top celebrity

cuz when I'm on the mic

I like to speak freely

You hear me chattin lyric but I'm not an MC

A one poetic member of the crew B.D.P.

I looked around the nation but I simply couldn't find

another entertainer wit a rhyme like mine

I pick up the mic and I tear up the phone

At this point in the party I should be left alone

but uh-oh uh-oh Ive come to show

a brand new flow

Is the flow wack? NO!

listen to the pro

come to the show in a b-boy stance..bogle in the dance

bogle and a bogle and a bogle in the party

Here's a likkle stylee, come an wake up everybody

Boom Bap original rap

Boom Bap, Boom Bap original rap

Refreshin when you hear it hard rap is all that so...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Bogle in the dance, bogle in the dance

bogle in a, bogle in a, bogle in the party

Bogle in the dance, bogle in the dance

bogle in a, bogle in a, bogle in the party

On and on to the PM Dawn

I buck two shots and you squad is gone

you add a little street in your R-a-p

but never do you wanna challenge B.D.P.

cuz smashin up a crew, one-two is the least

when a sucka wants ta battle that just gets me geesed

I never backed down from to an MC feud

never on stage KRS got booed

stayed hardcore never changed my attitude

I got the hip hop juice for the hip hop food

I eat when I drink, an I drink when I eat

when I speak, what I speak

what I speak is not weak

now Boogie-down, boogie down, boogie down produc

wit the buck buck buck buck buck buck BUCK!

Throw ya hands high in the sky

wave em around, cuz I get down

down to the nitty, to the nitty, to the gritty

peace to all the hardcore kids in the city so....

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Fresh for 1993 you S U C K A S!!!!!!

"P" Is Still Free lyrics - KRS-One

Awww yeah! All ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight

Just a little somethin for the Jeep

Turn my voice up a little bit and let's get this started

Comin to you live and direct from the 1986 version

Comin up to 1993

Of course, Premier on the beat

Now check it out

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

Ridin one day in a '92 Beamer

After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer

But look what she did, she went and had a kid - no dad

And just released her ass out the rehab

You think she'd act like she don't know

She's still a hoe, but umm check my man for the show

"Hiiiii, DJ K-R-S"

She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up!

She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that!"

And went and got some other girl schemin for crack

In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about

I hit the ac-celerator and I was out!

I never check my man but I knew the plan

Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin they Superman

Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze

Crazy girls - and wall to wall MC's

I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast

I'm thinkin of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise

She said, "Kris I really need a favor honey

My girlfriend here really needs some quick money!"

I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly

But I ain't stupid, she had that LOOK in her eye

I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack?

Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son"

I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months"

I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts

So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party

Except for the MC's, I knew EVERYBODY

She tried to let off a shot, one more time

But got stomped so bad, she turned to wine

No one could find Denise for several weeks

You know the time, on this '93 beat

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer

Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly

After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy

But of course, a million girls are in the lobby!

He saw a group of girls hangin out and lookin good

So he took one to his room because he knew he could

Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop"

She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?"

I knew my man down the hall had it all

So he called, down the hall, but homeboy wasn't there at all

He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there"

So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there

Oral sex in effect, or rather deep throat

But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat

As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke

She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke!"

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

[DJ Premier cuts n scratches "Oh yeahhh!"]

Yes Premier you know you rule hip-hop, an'

yes Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop, an'

yes Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop, an'

but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop!

When I'm Brooklyn, we rulin HIP-HOP!

When I'm in Jersey, we runnin hip-hop

Over in Brazil yes we rulin HIP-HOP!

Over in Germany we rulin hip-hop

But in New York, we rulin y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye

In New York, we rulin y'all to-NIGHT!

We come to rock you whether you black or you white

Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

[DJ Premier cuts n scratches "Boogie Down Productions"]

Stop Frontin' lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Kid Capri)

[KRS-One]

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..

Higher Level lyrics - KRS-One

[Verse 1:]

After seven years of rockin'

How do you rate me?

Poorly or greatly?

Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately

Yo mad heads be needin' money

So listen very close as I conduct this little study

See it's, funny to me, you can watch TV

And give up your life trying to be all you can be

In the Army

Not knowin' your history

You either fight and die or come back home in misery

Yo get with me, I deal with reality

Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me

No politican can give you peace

If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast?

Emancipation is long over due

So overcome procrastination

Because freedom is within you

For some reason we think we're free

So we'll never be

Because we haven't recognized slavery

You're still a slave, look at how you behave

Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave

You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning?

We accepted our opressor's religion

So in the case of slavery it ain't hard

Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God

Where is our God, the God that represents us?

The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust?

A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria

I don't want a God that blesses America

I could never really vote for the devil

Let me take you to a higher level...

[Verse 2:]

Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there

Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there

Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries

Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and

Kissing me

I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke

I like to ask these politicans would Jesus vote?

The way we view God is a freakin' shame

Church is to blame

We trust God, but bomb Hussein

We simply lovin' the scripture

Same scripture that whipped 'cha

Sooner it'll hit 'cha

Religion's gettin' richer

With that European version of Christ made into a picture

Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker...

Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated

Not to the true God, but the one the government created

The same governments tellin' people to vote

I pray to God because the people have lost hope

You either vote for the mumps or the measels

Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil

Politics and God are not equal

But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal

People have more respect for a holy book

Than they do for a cow on a meat hook

Believers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level

But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils

I pray to you for the light you might give them

Mother make them know that you're livin' with them

You begin them and end them in silence

Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence

I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican

Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them

The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago

And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo

I know this happened in 1519 yet

This is the image we can't seem to forget

Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil

Let me take you to a higher level...

KRS-One other songs:

 

5 Boroughs lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Bounty Killer, Buckshot, Cam'Ron, Keith Murray)

(from "The Corruptor" soundtrack)

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength

5 Boroughs of death we rep to death

Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

[KRS-One]

We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em

we pick em and kick em

Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip

cause I'm cold sick of them

Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe

be on a Quest like Tip and them

On every avenue puttin the full clip in em

Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round

into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them

Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms

I don't even consider them

In the new millenium we killin them

Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em

Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them

We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith [?], Jesse, Jamil and them

We originate styles, other be stealin them

[Vigilante]

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?

Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest

Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see

if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow

This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin

Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin

Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out

How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

[Buckshot]

Let's take a walk through Crown Heights

Steppin through the city at night, with the [?] and two mic

Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs

Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo

Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin

Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked

Why not? You see the recipe

Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith Murray]

I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y

Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high

Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}

And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch

Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch

And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs

Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day

Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay

Put your money on it, yo we never fronted

Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it

From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch

{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance

From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale

Comin deep from the depths of hell

I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin

Rough enough to break New York from Long Island

[Cam'Ron]

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ

You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice

Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write

But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light

But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy

But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny

So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son

Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

[Bounty Killer]

Uptown massive, Uptown the borough

Uptown let the [?] kali, no sorrow

Uptown trestle, Uptown of course

I grab you [?] they got me turn up to North

And if dem turn up North [?] hurt no tell de boss

And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts

And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss

De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos

And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro

I put a rap to singalong in all de [?] crew

And if da gal a bitch [?] the rainbow

[?]

[Killah Priest]

Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse

Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged

Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted

Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who

Polar bears beneath the sea gravel

Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals

Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws

Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls

Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors

and jumpin down elevator shafts

Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass

Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags

On stage like a savage goin mad

WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

[Prodigy]

Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it

Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often

Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood

Took your ladies back to the projects with us

Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home

Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song

See we one big borough of Dons with firearms

And we never use those, til the man act

other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?

Shots whistle, damn near missed dat

Shoes get pissed at

[Redman]

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows

The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth

Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs

And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff

My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)

A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)

And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe

and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike

Brick City!!

[Reverand Run]

Aiyyo.. now bust it

Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me

I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney

Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe

Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group

(now speed it up)

Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme

I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured

Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was

Never been that {nigga}

If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me

Or you just be bowlin

It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me

and that's just my colon

The five boroughs of death, we rep to death

Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep

It's goin down the moment we inside the spot

Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real

when the five boroughs of death, we rep to death

Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep

It's goin down the moment we inside the spot

Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets ho

50 More Years Of Hip Hop lyrics - KRS-One

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

Another session, Learn the lesson

50 More years of Hip Hop

Bronx action, more action

Floor crackin, more passion

Feed my people that raw rappin'

House to House like I'm Door-Dashin'

Assassin, you askin', "Who is this?"

And I'm still laughin

Forward thinking, never backtracking

Boom-Bappin', Never rap lacking

Got my people all up in the place

Royalty, with a scar on they face

Chocolate rap, you can all get a taste

[?] We built this place

Vroom, Vroom, Vroom. Time for the chase

Chase down traitors invading the space

Keeping a [?] or an Ace in the hole when I throw in the bass

Race? No, you don't really want to race

Chase? No, you don't really want to chase

You don't want to see me when I come up in the place

Lyric after lyric in your mother fuckin' face

[?] scream out "What happened to his face?"

[?]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

That's what happen, when you spit your rap

And your skill are lacking and your beats are whack

And you meet the [?]

And your mouth is shut cause your eating a magnum!

50 more years of Hip Hop

Yeah, listen

All I do is spit raw

Stick around and you'll get more

This is what I spit for

That other shit I ignore

Show up at the spot, go off the top like a wig store

I give more, rappers looking puzzled like they Jigsaw

As you can see, we rising

Like from the 3rd floor to 6th floor

1520 Sedgwick Ave, come do a quick tour

Ven aqui, stop listening to Hip Hop cultures enemies

And go to the website, BirthplaceofHipHop.NYC

You know that this is where the truth at

Everybody that was "Old-School" was one time a "New-Jack"

So think about where you at

And the future look at you back

Are you going to be able to school cats or be where them fools at

I'm coming again with the Boom-Bap

Many just can't do that

So I bring my raps and effects when I'm swingin' on these New Jacks

All you hear is Boom, Crack

You still askin' "Who's that?"

Well it's the teacher, Newark New Jersey, that's where the School's at

Listen, they switching up your whole position

Popeyes went from eating spinach now to frying chicken

You better listen

Knowledge Reigns Supreme, the other shit's weird shit

This that original, foundation, old grey beard shit

Yeah, I see the ice, but where them vocals at

You see the double metaphors I express on these local cats

I bring the focus back

This shit here is hot

We spittin' after 50 years of Hip Hop

What we want?

50 More Years of Hip Hop

We reppin' every block, we are never gonna stop, We got

50 More Years of Hip Hop

Breakin', MCin', writin', beatboxin' DJin', We got

50 More Years of Hip Hop

The best and no less, relief the stress, and stay fresh, We doin'

50 More Years of Hip Hop

You see we all here, we goin' 50 more years

Beef lyrics - KRS-One

Beef, what a relief

When will this poisonous product cease?

This is another Public Service Announcement

You can believe it or you can doubt it

Let us begin now with the cow

The way it gets to your plate and how

The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man

So through his greed he makes a faster plan

He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker

Through the stress the cow gets sicker

Twenty one different drugs are pumped

Into the cow in one big lump

So just before it dies, it cries

In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies

Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it

And there it is, in your local supermarket

Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed

And you wonder about heart attacks?

Come on now man let's be for real

You are what you eat is the way I feel

But, the Food and Drug Administration

Will tell you meat is the perfect combination

See cows live under fear and stress

Trying to think what's gonna happen next

Fear and stress can become a part of you

In your cells and blood, this is true

So when the cow is killed, believe it

You preserve those cells, you freeze it

Thaw it out with the blood and season it

Then you sit down and begin eatin it

In your body, it's structure becomes your structure

All the fear and stress of another

Any drug is addictive by any name

Even drugs in meat, they are the same

The FDA has America strung out

On drugs in beef no doubt

So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock

Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop

Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete

It's the number one drug on the street

Not crack, cause that was made for just blacks

But brown beef, for all American teeth

Life brings life and death brings death

Keep on eatin the dead and what's left

Absolute disease and negative

Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'

By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback

For anybody, either white or black

See how many cows must be pumped up fatter

How many rats gotta fall in the batter

How many chickens that eat shit you eat

How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet

See you'll consume, the FDA could care less (sic)

They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's

FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS

Break The Chain lyrics - KRS-One

Word!!! [echoes]

Uhhh! Uhh, uhh! Unh! (Awww yeah!)

Uhh, unh, uhh! Unh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uhh

(Yeah bring somethin in a little like that yo!)

Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]

[x4]

Yo, get with your culture it'll catapult ya

Ignorance is like a vulture and it will insult ya

My name is Krash, Joe Krash, Big Joe Krash

Built to last, education for mass

Never take a dive yo, strive for the livin

Today is a beginning, for you to start winning

You cannot walk around town like you a idiot

Livin it with some Boyz N Tha Hood is your affiliate

That's simply ignorant, really that's the enemy

Train your brain to attain your identity

Self construction not Self Destruction

if you're tryin to be a gangster, you're buggin

If you're not movin ahead yo, you're buggin

You gotta look at yourself, and try to change somethin, huh

So check the animation for the nation of the - money

My name is Krash, I'm way live and I'm also funny

This is the underground way to put knowledge in your brain

But first we gotta break the chain, c'mon

Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]

[x2]

Word! [echoes]

Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]

[x2]

Yo, I don't wanna be a dummy walkin round smellin funny

lookin bummy or crummy with no money (Go!!!)

But when I go to school the teacher ain't teachin

And when I go to church the preacher ain't preachin

Who they think they reachin, the old style is dead

Instead wake up the knowledge in your own head

With new ideas you got fewer fears

and with fewer fears, you can get paid in it for years

Yo, take a look around where you at

If you think it's wack, educate yourself and change that (wack!)

I'm fallin down and I can't get up I ain't buyin it

Change the way you think, you'll change your environment

We weren't always slaves or livin in caves

This is what we learned, so this is how we now behave

You can get new ideas by lookin ALL around

Read lips, and ask questions on what is goin down (yeah)

Break the chain that used to be on your foot

Now it's on your mind, behind your eyes

You can't vote, you can't see it, you can't believe it

I'm breakin the chain of ignorance, anything you can achieve it (yeah)

Open your eyes, realize I'm bein God

Enough of the lies, let's rise and

Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]

[x2]

Word!! [echoes]

Break the Chain, Break the Chain! [clink]

[x2]

Bring It Back lyrics - KRS-One

(from "Rhyme & Reason" soundtrack)

Ha, hahaha!

[repeats in background]

("Bring it back, that old New York rap

Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap")

The only reality

Is now...

Yo!

[Verse 1:]

I rock slow and easy like soul

The New York flow, is strictly for the pro

Hip-hop! Ladies and gents

So you can know, every word yo, of the sentence

Hey la, like De La, I got Common Sense

Save the compliments for after I commence

to evidence of MC's, rockin under false pretense

Yes they get burned like incense

Myrrh and frankencense, you know the consequence

When you rock with KRS and don't make sense

Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease

I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities

Agility's my credibility

Oratorical artillery in all facilities

It Takes a Village like Hillary

when killin me, KRS has wide range capabilities

On the microphone, in the combat zone

MC's get eaten like the ozone layer

Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher

But if I wanted your girl

You'd be Living Single like Latifah

Action Uptown like Monifah

I hit like a beeper, and hot like the bunny on Easter

Lyrically let me freak ya

With moves like Scoob and Scrap

Rock Stready, Stretch, Al and Kiko

I warm up any room like a heater

Bringin a New Balance to the speaker like a sneaker

Still a teacher, prove it, like medicine squared

This Garden of Eden, keeps the party movin

("Bring it back, that old New York rap

Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") [x2]

[Verse 2:]

I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture

I don't eat off old material like a vulture

Repeatin myself for wealth is bad for my health

Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric

From my inner spirit, then I share it with others

As they hear me, enhancin

East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters

Sons and daughters transcended all borders

I deal with mind expansion

Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and romancin

It's your life that you be chancin

Not that I wanna sound gloomy

But I don't rhyme about Judy Judy, cutie and shake your booty

When you gonna grow up and be GOD?

Instead of making a rap a full time job

Yeah, it's a job and not an art

They only rhyme to get money;

cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts

Rhymes, and cuts

Tight minds and not tight butts

Reach your goal, like a puck

I wish you good skill and not good luck

Cause only skills put you up out the gutter so I utter

("Bring it back, that old New York rap

Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") [x2]

[Verse 3:]

That old New York flow means wrote for fun

And if the money come, THEN THE MONEY COME

But today and everyday, KRS speaks the truth

We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth

usin rap, to put clothes on they back

No culture, or disciplined, way to act

But soon yo, we'll take care of alla that

We're huntin fi de power help supress people tracks

That keep the culture intact, and soon you will see

In the black community, black unity

Not black nudity, after black puberty

For every crew to see, to breakin down the black community

The only one to blame is you and me

For not takin responsiblity for our artillery

Verbally, you heard of me, Knowledge Reigns Supreme

Over Nubians Everywhere, I kick it cause I care

The end isn't near, it's way over there

BLAOW! The only reality is now

But when I say bring back the old flava

That means bring back the ORIGINAL MC behavior

("Bring it back, that old New York rap

Bring it bring back, that old New York rap") [x2]

[Verse 4:]

Now I got to show you how the BX rocks

MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks

Body body rock body body rock

I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah

Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down

Who the hell is, pagin me at 5 o'clock in the mornin

Where you gonna be, because...

Fresh is the word, many money missin many

Jenifa, oh Jenny

We make up all these rhymes inside our head!

Yo, let's connect politic ditto

C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Last Emperor)

[KRS-One]

Yea yea yea yea yea!

KRS-One comin through, Big Zack, Last Emperor

WOOP WOOP! Ha hah, that's the sound of EMS

Ha hah, Last Emperor, KRS

Ha hah, Big Zack you know the rest

Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight all crew

LISTEN!!

[Zack de la Rocha]

This voice shatters the calm of the day, like an alarm

To wake up badder youth, and take up arms

Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war

Cause the toxic rock imports, gettin on your door

C.I.A. I see ya later, cause your time is comin soon

I flip the shit like, Pacino and it's your Dog Day Afternoon

Attica Attica, drug agents your bring your static-a

My alphabet will slash that neck and flip you, automatica

Dramatic, like Ali Shaheed Muhammed brought the vibe

I bring the sun at Red Dawn to pull the thoughts of Franz Fanon

So stand at attention, devil dirge

You never survive choosin sides against the wretched of the earth

The infiltrator, tribe intoxicator, people incarcerator

Liberation movement annihilator

We got you clocked pushin rocks and it fail

We got brothers troopin subways like the Ho Chi Manh trail

We got the truth data, Last Emperor, KRS and

history manifested, tomorrow next lesson

[Chorus: all together, with samples]

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

"You, claim, you claim, you, you claim, claim

You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]

[Zach] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

"So get that flashlight out of my face" - [Big L]

"You, you, you claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]

[KRS] The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack

[The Last Emperor]

As free market capitalism and technology expands

The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland

So it takes bands to, demand the, government provide answers

when Lady Liberty has me Bewitched like Samantha

And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer

to all my Black Magic romancers and acid rain dancers

Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza

We fear no man and throw jams that attack counterintelligence programs

Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan (hah!)

I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians

Now what the hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us

I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to Zealots

I saw an Iron Curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsin

Whirlwind, tornadoes, in the rain forest if you say so (whosssshhh)

KRS and The Last Emperor like the Green Hornet and Kato

Zach de la Rocha brings the enraged flow, but all three drop science

and become the most powerful alliance since NATO

[Chorus: all together, with samples]

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

"You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" - [KRS]

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

[Zach] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

"So get that flashlight out of my face" - [Big L]

YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT

[KRS] The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack

[KRS-One]

Need I say the C.I.A. be Criminals In Action

Cocaine crack unpackin, high surveillance trackin

Prominant blacks and whites givin orders for mass slaughters

I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters

When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine

I was like Noah, now they lower cause the whole cold war is over

Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin it

All the assault and batterin in the name of intelligence gatherin?

Now it's karma you battlin, a losin fight

I chose the mic to recite ignite light in the night, aight?

We should beat em, President Clinton should delete em

it's not hard, the C.I.A. simply has no more job

Oh my Goddess, mother, you can fix this

We rock over mixes not six six sixes

Yo this is, the message, to all that can hear it

If you got secret information now's the time to share it

Call your Congresswoman, your senator, your mayor

It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the players

Rearrangin, see times are definitely changin G

They used to tap the phone, now they tappin while you pagin me

It's crazy B, yet it's plain to see, who the enemy

Who's left the NRA? The ATF, the AMA?

Okay okay, it's all irrelevant, cause in the new millenium

there'll be no Central Intelligence

Uh, yea, uh, yea

Throw your hands up

You know whassup kid, throw your hands up

Ha hah yeah, hah hah, yeah

Clear 'Em Out lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Tone Def)

[KRS-One] Uh! Domingo

[Tone Def] Domingo y'all

[KRS-One] Uh! Tone Def

[Tone Def] It's Tone Def y'all

[KRS-One] Whoo!

[Tone Def] Yeah (WITH K-R-S)

[KRS-One] Word Up

[Tone Def] And it goes like this

[KRS-One] Here We Go

[Chorus]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[KRS-One]

I am the incarnation of what you do

When you try to forget KRS, I try to forget you

You tired of me saying what's real hip hop

Well I'm tired of you biting my shit to go pop

This is why we need hip hop history

'Cause if we had it, you knew you shouldn't get with me

I'm free, I don't need MTV

I could smash your click like 1-2-3

You think I care if you plat-in-um

Where I come from, we be slappin' em' uh

Sales don't make you the authority

It only means you sold out to the white majority

What you know about seniority you ain't major

Ya whole album appeals to little second graders

Grow up already, before I slap that hiny

And put you out of work like Tavis Smiley

I got that razor tounge, you be on the ground with paramedics saying "We can't save this one"

I stay alert like red, you keep sucking me uh 'cause you think I'm ahead

But you ain't street soldier, I'll take one of ya members

Cut off his head and send it to Lisa Evers

We will be here for ever and ever and ever

While you'll be over by next September

[Chorus]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[Tone Def]

We got a million DMX's, a thousand Jay-Z's

A hundred Eminem's and two million Master P's

But I think for drastically, 'cause Tone Def always flow with originality,

that's the way it has to be

And if you patchin' me for the first or the third time

And even if you search wide for new styles

You still ain't never heard mine

With the thrust of a turbine, I blur by

Most of y'all niggas can't really get with me

But I know your girl sure try

But that's alright, 'cause you probably prefer guys to fur pie

That's why your shorty turned bi, she like that silky stir fry

With her skirt hiked to an absurd height

She by the curb like, "Don't swerve alright"

If you got the wood she got the termites

It's Tone Def, the vocalism more tread than a dirt bike

Cats be like ram ya tounge is rough, "Yo that hurts right?"

I blurt my explanation on my worst night, last heard that twelve mics

thought I was siamese 'cause you got served twice

I don't want to hear about your perp life

Forced to record CBS just to remember what it's like to survive

You hypocritical types a pitiful willin' to serve lies

To reserve ice, but need to work for Adidas to earn stripes

My first strike, leave you with burned eyes all for the turn-pike

And man be looking for you surfside armored the search light

Most cats that use the term nice never been in a word fight

Don't think you just observe for return price

Well your church might

[Chorus]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

[KRS-One]

See I could care less if you carry a gat

You a liar brothers getting locked for that

All that olympic size pool you could drown in that

I'm a true school cat and I'm proud of that

You could see me decked out in a gown and cap

While you killin' our people with a pound of crack

What you think player, you ain't going down for that

Your lyrics prove you ain't looking out in fact

You a traitor and the worst kind at that

In the future your kids gonna account for that

We will never stop spittin' the facts no trouble

He forgot about the struggle, I'm bringing it back

I ain't mad or angry or any of that

All I know is my people died so I could rap

And what we do when we spit nigga, bitch, ho, dick

We need to switch that to my brother, my sister quick

[Chorus]

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Let's take these rappers out, No doubt

On the streets they ain't got no pout, No doubt

Haven't they figured it out, No doubt

Don't nobody like what they shout, Clear 'Em Out

Criminal Minded '08 lyrics - KRS-One (feat. DJ Premier)

[DJ Premier:]

Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock

R.I.P., this one for you, my G

Let's get it

[Intro: sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be"]

Boogie Down Productions... ('ductions)

With Premier, we gettin paid... (paid)

Y'all write the wackest songs... (songs!)

Our shit be beeeetta ('etta)

Remember, you act up, you will not win (win)

'Cause then I'll be-giiiin... ('giiiin)

To smash you with rhyyymin, rhymin, RHYMIN...

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

Criminal minded, this the jumpoff

My first one blast like you poppin that pumpoff

Yo Premier, why these rappers so soft?

They corny ass raps be makin me doze off

You know I get the whole house open

Got the whole East, West, North, South open

I ain't jokin, you know how many times

I spit rhymes and left rappers with they mouth open?

Y'all need to fall back

The 'hip-hop' you got in you NOW, I installed that

I spit a raw rap, peace and war rap

Ten more raps, where the tours at?

'Cause the world is soooooo hood, you must always be ready

...TO LET IT BLOOOOOOOW! (BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!)

I'd rather talk about peeeeeeeace, but these rappers won't let me

SO HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!

I'd rather mind my business, but these rappers think

They Superbad, that's when they get smothered, chocked, and gagged

I just bought another Jag

'cause when I spit lyrics, I step-father like your other dad

("One-two, one-two") I stay true

I'm a "GangStarr" and I'm "Guru"

Hah! I train like CHOO-CHOO!

Y'all rappers rap crap, BULLSHIT DOO-DOO!

Who knew?! I don't compare to you

Look at my nose, I even take in more air than you

I'm more aware than you and I spit it

I built this hip-hop matrix then programmed you IN IT!

I would tell you what's gon' happen this summer

But I'm a general, I don't talk to runners

Y'all just rappin and rappin shitty

So when you talk abotu battle, I get giddy

[scratches by DJ Premier]

"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"

"KRS writes poetry"

"'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic

And Premier is on the BREAKS~!"

"Boogie Down Productions" (That's right, Primo!)

"UH!" (Let 'em know)

(KRS, Criminal Minded)

(Yea) "So here we goooooo..."

[Verse 2: KRS-One]

Criminal minded, you been blinded

By the ice and the way rappers shinin

K-R-S, that's how I sign it

God knows I try to live non-violent!

But rappers be too defiant, no doubt

They make me wanna try this new Magnum out

They be draggin 'em out

Cause of death: Magnum goin off in the mouth

What y'all talkin 'bout?! You better "Walk it Out"

Y'all start mumblin when that Hawk is out

New York ain't out! WHAT CHA'LL TALKIN 'BOUT?!

Y'all POP like when the cork is out!

Stoppin the violence is what I'm all about

STOPPIN THE VIOLENCE IS WHAT I'm ALL ABOUT!

But you raise ya fist to Kris, I'll maim ya wrist

And blow you out like a birthday wish!

I'm much sharper

Including New York State, the whole East Coast is Kris Parker's

But real talk, Digny

The true kings of New York left when it change hands to Disney

I got no time for the kid rap

The gun talk, drug talk, we already did that

These days I'm tryin to give back

Knowledge, wisdom, overstanding - now spit that!

[scratches by DJ Premier]

"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"

"KRS writes poetry"

"'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic"

"I, I-I-I'll see you folks around the way"

"Wh-wh-wh-when I'm on a mic"

"K-K-KR-S writes poetry"

"Criminal minded"

"So here we goooooo..."

Ey-Yo! (The Reggae Virus) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Mad Lion, Shaggy)

(from "Caught Up" soundtrack)

[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 you move..."

Look now man, look look

"I see you move..."

I think it's time for it

[Shaggy]

Who dat from the chat with the boom shot

Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last

Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash

and if you don't like dat, somebody gettin bitch-slapped

I'm the raggamuffin with the Dream Team

KRS, Mad Lion guaranteed to make your money scream

(See? All you need) rhythmatical style

(Need) ya done gwan irie, peep

Pump ya best if ya irie, like me

Cause we don't want know si-ren, hey

Nuff a rhyme works, nobody gets hurt

Look up on the dancefloor, herd of nothin but skirts

Fellas in the club, actin like vi-pers

Bitin them girls like your name was Marv Albert

Baby love no fighting, come to back biting

You and your girlfriend should do the right thing

I'ma let this beat swing, while I think I'm the king

and go rap pon a nice sexy young queen

"I see you move..."

"I see you move..."

[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

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

Eyyyheyyyyyo eyyyyy-yo

[KRS-One]

Yo... get your hands up!! Yo!

On the mic I'm sheddin light, you better get it right

I produce what you like, satisfy your appetite

No fly-by-night, we rock you right

KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo whassup with this money?

[Mad Lion]

Mind bogglin, oh love them ogling

Turn watch while we seek, see now stop dance wid dem

Don'tcha want this girl, with her Erykah streak

Kafi yome love go me because we off that weed

Chase while we head to the watch pon me wrist

We gets another week til we own necklace

Get receipt on me watch, if we buy it then we flaunt it

Kill you alla dem, make dem come back haunted

[Shaggy]

Alla big up to Shaggy rock love

Mad supporters, love

And de people rock dis KRS-One

Ya feel the vibes all mel-low

Shaggy, I want cha pump ya fist and just throw it up like this

Yeah, uhh, push it up, yeah, uhh, let em know

I wanna big up my whole, hip-hop fraternity, yeah

My reggae fraternity, yeah

All men, all posse everybody in this rock

left right yeah, uhh, sync your butt, yeah

Uhh, Mad Lion, uhh

Uhh, Flatbush style, uhh

Brooklyn Queens Bronx style, yeah

Strong Island, wicked wild, yeah

Uhh, and New York town flavor

All the crew

KRS-One, Shaggy, Mad Lion run dat

Generique Assault lyrics - KRS-One

(from "Assault on Precinct 13" soundtrack)

[Verse 1]

Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint

I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit

where the cops go beyond the laws

where enemies work together by putting they shit on pause

So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13?

You are bout to see just what the dirt bring

It's working, that force, I have been searching

Like Lawrence Fishburne when it's time to hurt things

Ethan Hawke, man he face all that

I hold the mic like Ja held the baseball bat

I stay ahead, like a baseball cap

The ways of the world, Kris don't chase all that

[Chorus]

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

[Verse 2]

Well as I walk through the street, my spirit will speak

to those I meet and great from week to week

I am not my handsome beat. I command the speak

As the observer inside the physique

Many rappers try to compete, of course

But they got smashed and trashed in the streets and tossed

Sometimes I think we all just lost

We just flashin and flossin the disasterous cause

We don't even know the one-ness of the only force

Instead of a golden calf, we got a platinum horse

But what did Moses do with the golden calf?

Threw the log at it and it ended in a blast

Master, get on them quick, get on them faster

In the background you frontin, cuz there's nothing but laughter

I tag church like the shirt king

Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13

[Chorus]

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

[Verse 3]

Wow, what an ending. What a conclusion

They thought they was winning, but they really was losin

He though he was sinnin, but he really was provin

that leadership keeps it moving, steady cruising

Guns up, funds up, from sun up to sun up to sun up

Buck buck buck! Yo, duck duck

We run up, two down, one up

Dope MCs see me and get butterflies in they stomach

Others can't speak, they just shut up

KRS on the come up, liftin Big Pun up. Let me sum up

Dope MCs, wack MCs, thin MCs, fat MCs, commercial MCs, they can't all get done up

Raise the drum up, breath for breath, I'll rip your lung up

On my trophy wall, I'm nailing your tongue up

KRS-One, you know what it means

Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13

[Chorus]

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

We gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up

Watch me back up the truck

You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up

So crooked cops you backin me up?

[Verse 4]

We gotta start trusting each other right now if we gonna make it

through this night

From Criminal Minded to Spiritual Minded, and even beyond and behind

it, never be afraid to fight

or be the lazy type. Me, I'm the crazy type

I get them clubs so crazy hype

I throw them glasses on that them ladies like

And years later, rock what they babies like

I blaze the light, there me be 8,000,000 ways to die

but there's 16,000,000 ways to fight

So wherever you are... in the crib or your car, in your tank too

KRS-One would like to thank you, right

That's why KRS on the mic

Wishin you peace for the rest of the night

Cuz at the end of the film, you'll see what it mean

Turn up the track for Assault on Precinct 13!

Fresh (fresh)... For 2005... You suucckkkkaaaa!