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!

High School Rock lyrics - KRS-One

(from "High School High" soundtrack)

Wake up your mind black people, it's ill

Superior people use superior skill

We can defeat any congressional bill at will

The hip-hop nation will prevail

all problems in society with inner city philosophy

The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt

Executed properly

I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately

three single syllable words per second

like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it

Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it

Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme

At the end of time, I'll be in my prime

Read the sign, men, rhymin

like an oratorical shymin

I look still but I'm climbin

Newsflash here's the latest findin

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart

Hip-hop displays art

The highest level of mental expression, play your part

[Hook:]

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic [x3]

Everybody knows

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large

with their two car garage just like El DeBarge

It's played out, fadin out, over

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!

I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator

Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin

Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin

with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin

linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin

But I'm already in 1999

feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time

Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine

I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity

positivity, purger of sensibility

to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility

O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity

I rock way hard you can't get wit me

or go wit me or float wit me

Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry

Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme

It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time

forget tryin ta get mine

I went from the park with my arc in the dark

A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart

Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way

If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today

Run away, run away, run away....little boy

Like the TAT crew I terrorize your toys

Noise is what I hear

when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere

The blast master's here!

[Hook x2]

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended

I see my schedule it's open-ended

I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner

What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?

Now the teacher you retrudge

Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper

You'll get railed like the sleeper

No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style

that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile

you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild

This ?sins[?] recommend ya and because you're not fertile

or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}

Your reflex's slow like a turtle

Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals

Without rehearsal, mic is first all is the worst

I verse, I burst sua

Into a million children

in Tiananmen buildings

Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling

Enough of this reteric let's start building

Hip Hop V. Rap lyrics - KRS-One

Of course, we have just accepted all applications and tuition will be paid on

Friday....

You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic

like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages

ripping and flipping the mic

from back in the back in the days the days its kinda hectic hectic

when these suckas don't respect it, check it. Flame on.

I know the light is bright but keep on watching me

I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society.

Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be

cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates.

But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit

and if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit.

I'm not having it,

bust a narrative and come to get with it.

Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live.

The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos.

Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know.

Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio,

got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No.

That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know

cause they were too young to rock up in the disco

Frisco disco the disc is like a Nabisco

chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie.

I'm rocking beats and

with death defying feats and

I'm never sneaking

always peeping when I'm speaking

inside I'm keeping a statement for police and

I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and

so this DJ, he gets down

mixing records while they go

round and round round we go

two years ago a friend of mine

and Flash is gonna rock your mind

welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome

I wonder if I take you home

E-F-F-E-C-T a cool operator operating correctly

but back in the day I knew rap would never die

too late baby bwai

bai in a body boy head head

head insane in the membrane

take the train, take the train

M-E-T-H-O-D Man

'Hattan keeps on making it

Brooklyn keeps on taking it

We keep coming back with more and more hits

party people, I came through the door, I said it before

Two years ago, super hoe

If my train goes off the track,

pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back

back to the grill again, the grill again friends

how many MC's must get dissed?

Before somebody says don't fuck with Chris

Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no

body beats the Biz

Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman

Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey

you you get off my cloud,

go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy

you ain't fresh, you ain't fresh

Yeah

Knowledge Reigns Supreme lyrics - KRS-One

[CHORUS]

The word I bring to you today

is Knowledge Reigns Supreme

You got no time to joke and play

cause Knowledge Reigns Supreme

While others play that game for fame

their concepts bring you stress and strain

But blessed are those that know my name

is Knowledge Reigns Supreme

[VERSE 1]

Why do I call myself God when I'm speakin?

People always ask me this question when I'm teachin

What you gotta understand is that Kris don't exist

The only existence is God conciousness

And God consciousness is what exists as Kris

Your ego tells you that you're doin all this

You amidst a mister professional lyricist

I get rid of this forever, it only gets better

Kris from the universe you could never sever

Cause there is no Kris, only the universe, remember

Goin a little deeper you can check me

My whole campaign is about livin life correctly

But don't respect me, respect the universe

It's her verse that I disperse

And free you from the curse of the Spaniards

The French, Portuguese and English

Check me as I sing this

Science of mind, I bring this

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]

I bring you out the cave and change how you behave

Everything you see is really particles and waves

Not to mention your visual extension

Is ruled by perception, guiding your every direction

If you really want money your mentality must switch

If you really wanna be rich you gotta act like you're rich

You can't act like a bitch if you wanna be a lady

You can't get the gravy if you're sittin around lazy

You can't be in the hustle if you ain't lookin for trouble

You can't be single if you know you're really double

You can do it (yeah) we can do it (yes)

You can do it (yeah) we can do it (yes)

We the best, don't worry 'bout the card they dealt ya

It's real, I proceed myself out the shelter

Every day and night seein myself rock the mic

Lyrics tight, gettin paid right for my mental sight

Richer not poorer, expanding my aura

To attract more of positive energy

(What you dealin with? What you tellin me?)

[CHORUS]

(Uh

1-2

My man Kris

Flip the style, you do it like this)

[VERSE 3]

How'd you forget it?

The culture that's embedded

Check it, it's energetic

My people really won't be deaded

But Kris won't let it

The same thing that you read I read it

My hair is dreaded

But hip-hop, yes, you must respect it

We must direct it

And use it positively so these sceptics

Can learn our mathematics like metrics

I said it

I'm 'bout to shed it

Why don't you check me like your credit

You still don't get it

You twisted like that [?] Keith Sweat [?]

Rappers nowadays sound so pathetic

Yo, let me set it

Although my presentation is [?]

And hypothetic

My genetics is highly poetic

And athletic

But still some don't get it

The paparazzi life is all synthetic

The balancing of the mind is what's authentic

The total body is ultramagnetic

Like that (like that)

We did it like that

Like that (like that)

And we did it like that

Like that (like that)

And we did it like that

Like that (like that)

And we did it like that..

There is no need to be afraid

Open your mind

Do your knowledge

(Do) your knowledge

Stop studying your knowledge

And (do) your knowledge

..did it like that

Like that (like that)

We did it like that

We did it like that

We did it like that

MC's lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Nas & Talib Kweli)

[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

KRS ONE bangin on your eardrum

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

Nas bangin on your eardrum

Bangin on your eardrum

Bangin on your eardrum

[Chorus]

[KRS-ONE]

Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal

Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people

[Nas]

Oh you went platinum, yeah that's nice

Now let me see you do the same thing twice

[KRS-ONE]

Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal

Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people

[Talib Kweli]

Real hip-hop is missin from the shelf

Yep, it's what you felt when you listen to yourself

[Nas]

Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke

Mack-10's, you can smell the PCP smoke

Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote

Those were the days I remember

We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember

Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow

Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice

Symbolized the rap life

It was slick and smooth

I understood I had to come from the hood

Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf

Before them phones chirped

The block's drugs flowin', didn't have your own work

You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis

Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic

Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish

Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever

I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's

Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]

Get it now, get it fast, get it right

Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight

But you don't really hear me though

I, spit it clearly so it's live at your stereo

To your heart while it's beatin in your chest

I'm speakin to execs in the seat behind the desk

To your spirit nuttin weaker than the flesh

So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin deeper in the depth

Real hip-hop is missin from the shelf

Yep, it's what you felt when you listen to yourself

Only a few is makin cuts that finish

So before you spend your hard-earned spinach

They like "What nigga? Wait right there

I got reservoir dogs, you be missin a right ear"

Get it clear, figure is my year

I'm everywhere makin appearances in niggaz nightmares

[Chorus]

[KRS-ONE]

How many of y'all got Criminal Minded

You, you, you, y'all don't be blinded

Me, I got no jewels on my neck

Why, I don't need em, I got your respect

KRS-One, twenty years I rock

I do it for JMJ and Scott La Rock

This hip-hop and we's a nation

Don't you wanna hear more KRS on your radio station

Instead of broadcasting how we smoke them trees

On the radio we need to hear more local emcees

Where you at?, c'mon where you at

This is the difference between emceeing and rap

Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal

Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people

Peace, Love, Unity, havin' fun

These are the lyrics of KRS-One

[Outro]

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

KRS ONE bangin on your eardrum

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come

Nas bangin on your eardrum

Real Hip Hop Bangin on your eardrum

Real Hip Hop Bangin on your eardrum

Music For The '90s (Kid Capri Remix) lyrics - KRS-One (feat. G. Simone)

[G. Simone]

She won't play around - the remix

[G. Simone (KRS-One)]

She won't, let you down (G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

[G. Simone]

Now that I have co-ooome we're gonna have some fun

G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's

Hangin out all day-ayyy, the summer's on it's way-ayyy

G. Simone has got the music for the 90's

[Chorus: G. Simone]

She won't, let you down..

Lookin all a-weepy around

She hits the hardest hip-hop sounds

She won't, play around..

When it's time to break it down

Listen closely to the sound

[KRS-One]

Ye-yeah!

So gimme the funk, gimme the funk, not the junk, while the trunk

pumps behind me G. Simone, got the music for the 90's

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

[G. Simone]

Won't you listen please, I'll put your mind at ease

G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's

Turnin up the bass, the treble's in your face

G. Simone has got the music for the 90's

[Chorus]

[KRS-One]

B-Boys in the house, turn it up, turn it up

G. Simone is in the place, lick two shots, BUCK BUCK

We're comin to you live and direct with the feelin

that G. Simone keeps the party jumpin to the ceilin

Yes this is the mad funk, females need to back up

When G. Simone reach the mic, brothers start to act up

Turn the track up, black, you won't be dissapointed

It's the music for the 90's kid - GET UP ON IT!

[G. Simone]

Yeah you know, my proudest flow

Show me yeah, show me yeah, show me you know

Everybody... come on sing it

G. Simone has got, the music for the 90's

[KRS] Give it to 'em!

[G. Simone]

Get up, ah get up, ah get up, ah get up

Ah get up, ah get up-ahhhhhh

Just funkin it up, just funkin it up

Funkit up-ahhhhhh

[Kid Capri]

Worrrrrrrrrrrrd up! Another fat Kid Capri remix

G. Simone, runnin things for the 9-0-S

And we up outta here, PEACE!

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone got the music for the 90's)

(So G. Simone)

Nas Tribute lyrics - KRS-One

[Hook x2: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]

If I, ever make a record

I'll take a check and put something

Away for a rainy day to make my exit

But look at me now, but look at me now

[Intro: KRS-One]

Here we go, yo, yea, KRS in the building

Marley Marl, whuttup, Marley Marl, yea, look up

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

Yo Nas, this KRS shouting you out

B.R.O.N.X. I couldn't make it to the jam

To be live on your set

But take these sixteen as a sign of my respect

You're Illmatic and you still got it

The crown of Hip-Hop, there's still time you could still grab it

Don't be distracted by them faggots

You still fly, they remain maggots

Nas, you will not lose

Your contribution to Hip-Hop makes you the top two

And with KRS, we're the top two

These mothafuckas find themselves laid out on FOX news

Yo Nas, Hip-Hop can't be dead, you brought it back

With the words you said, you are Hip-Hop fo'real

And that shit between you and Jada, y'all gots to chill

[Hook x2: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]

[Interlude: KRS-One]

We're all brothers, we're all brothers, rise up, Hip-Hop

Nas you're the man, word up, Hip-Hop, One Nation

Big up, from the Bronx, to Queensbridge, Marley Marl in the house

Come together, rock on, Bronx, Queensbridge come together

[Verse 2: KRS-One]

Uh, you brought Queensbridge back

And like my man Fat Joe, you made the Bronx lean back

Nastradamus I seen that

You was a heavier times then man, a Prophet, I mean that

People ask where's Dr. King's dream at?

I think it's Hip-Hop, we already seen that

Yo Marley, I know you're in the building

Yo Kelis, I know you're there chilling

Shout-out to the Queen on the scene

Hip Hop is Dead I know what you mean

I seen Hip-Hop die about five times already

But yet, we still rock steady

Stay ready, we're about to resurrect career, the real, fo'real

They gon' feel the steel

K.R.S. - N.A.S., North, South, East, West

[Hook x3: Nas Sample - "You're Da Man"]

[Outro: KRS-One]

Congratulations, you gon' do it this year

Hip-Hop come together, it's real, we're one family

Fuck all these beefing and shit

We're one family, let's come together, word up

Rock on, Marley Marl, another house for hits production

[Nas Sample: "You're Da Man"]

I'm the N the A to the S I R

I'm the N the A to the S I R

I'm the N the A to the S I R

I'm the N the A to the S I R

Fresh for 2007, you suckers...

Ocean Within lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Saul Williams)

(from "Slam" soundtrack)

[KRS-One]

Word..

Sonja.. you know you saw her in the movie

And my man Saul, he's like THIS!

[Saul Williams - singing]

There is no ocean like the one, within

Look to the moon rise with the tides, and swim

[x4]

[KRS-One - speaking while Saul sings]

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

KRS-One, coming through.. like this

Uh-huh, do it, do it like that, like that

Uh, uh-huh

[Saul Williams - sings first two lines]

Saul the road to Damascus, come follow me

The serpent swallow the moon, but it won't, swallow me

(Yeah, speak the word!)

Intellect is like a major city

Laden with concrete, metal

Advanced modes of transportation

Shining buildings, and fenced in parks

Spirit is the mountain's forest wilderness

and vast countryside that surrounds it

Too many people live in the city

Struggling day to day for mere existance

Most have forgotten how to live off the land

They only experience nature on class trips

and short-term vacations

For those that live in the country

Cities are like amusement parks with high prices

and temporal satisfaction

At the end of the day, they are tired

and ready to go home, and relieve their ringing ears

[Saul Williams - singing]

There is no ocean like the one, within

Look to the moon rise with the tides, and swim

[x2]

[KRS-One]

Uh-huh, speak the word

Hyper-accelerated meditations talk

The reversal of this word dispersal is thought

There is no difference between thought and talk

like the blackboard chalk and homicide chalk

they both give outlines

One is designed to outline the mind

The other outlines the body after a crime

Could it be that these two chalks are connected;

meaning the body gets outlined when the mind is neglected -

- or poorly directed

Like the teacher with the chalk

Or is the teacher the beginning of the homicide we talk?

Be selective in your speech

Cause the chalk of the two technical teaching has taught each

Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone

Nearly every daughter, nearly every son

Ignorance reigns supreme for some

They chase the sum, inviting the I-R-S to come

Make the connection, choose your direction

Use your protection when sexin AND hexin

Things come back cause they really never left

If the secret to meditation is found in the breath

then speech is another form of meditativeness

Whattya say to this latest rhyme or poem?

Some have been known to quite the mind through

OHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Only One lyrics - KRS-One

[only on Front Page Entertainment 12]

Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronx

so lets set this shit off like this

Uhh, now check it,

underground verbal hip hop you selected

by only a few, this type of artist is bought

so like Bartles & James thank you for your support

it's time for all this chit-chat to skit-skat

aren't you tired of hearin ple-ple-ple-ple-pla

rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter

and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure

my first name is hip hop no doubt

my last name is run with me breath for breath

yes I'll blow your lungs out

BLOW! And cut your tongue out

and use that shit to clean my rug out

I ain't even start to bug out

somebody requested for the teacher to get active

cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle

I'm unattractive when actively in your brain cavity

you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P

I'm Total 'Cant you see'

I took it there

you bee sayin with your swollin eye

damn it just aint fuckin fair

but your crew told you what was up

you just didn't give a fuck

my lyrics are intact

so my picture you can pin it up

take me out? Give it up your late

I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8

I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state

the truth about the matter is that I feel great

I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender

servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a

remember battlin MC's Im not always doin

cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin

what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction

I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin

switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin-

I'm quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen

[Chorus: sample/scratching of]

Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs

thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less

I do my dirt and I keep it to myself

I don't speak it on record and to no one else

you think about...

when you do crimes you talk about it

HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low

cuz prison ain't a place you motherfuckers wanna be at

half of you motherfuckers would turn trick

BELIEVE THAT!

yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at?

you vision is as far as wherever you throw the seed at

Look at Malcolm X and try to be that

or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off

don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers

when you go to court they play your album for ya

then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction

beggin a judge to just listen sayin...

if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is...

they shut yo ass up and give you life

Had you hah a wife instead of bein a lover

the court would of seen you as a family man wit some structure

but you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect em

now you catchin wreck in your rep

Negativity never had no pull in jail

yeah, its positivity that they hail

but you fail, cuz red books you can't read em

your people you mislead em

your people you mistreat em

mislead em for fun...my name is KRS ONE!

KRS ONE......KRS ONE

Real Headz they down wit us

Yeah, Krs One representin

wit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt

Perhaps She'll Die lyrics - KRS-One

(from "Dangerous Ground" soundtrack)

Everything over?

Sounds can't be the end yet

Nah nah nah we can't go that route

Uh-ahh

That's what I'm sayin though!

[applause]

Yeah, everyone gather round, gather round

Now I'm gon' start it off first (why don't you start it off first)

And you gonna follow me, it goes like this

I'm lookin at this girl who's been livin a lie

But I don't know why she's livin a lie

(Perhaps she'll die)

I'm lookin at this girl tryin to be fly

But behind the scenes she breaks down and cries

See she breaks down and cries caise she's livin a lie

But I don't know why she's livin a lie

(Perhaps she'll die)

I'm lookin at this girl she's always high

Cause she likes to get by by stayin high

She's always high cause she always cry

cause she's livin a lie...

And I don't know why she's livin a lie

(Perhaps she'll die)

Yeah, yeah you got it, here we go (check it out)

I'm lookin at this girl wit her bloodshot eyes

You could really tell now by the size of her eyes

She got bloodshot eyes, cause she's always high

Cause she always cry, cause she's livin a lie

But I don't really know why she's livin this lie (here we go, one more time)

(Perhaps she'll die)

(Yeah, yeah) Last time, last time

I'm lookin at this girl tryin to hide her face

Cause she thinks she looks bad and her life is a waste

See her face she hides cause of her bloodshot eyes

Cause she always high cause she always crys

Cause she's livin a lie...

And I don't know why she's livin a lie

(Perhaps she'll die) Rrrrrrrahhh!

You don't really need-a, lyrical teacha

When I reach you through the particles and ways of the speaker

What I got to say is positive and negative

You draw whatever energy you need to live, give and take

Build and destroy, life and death

Inhale, exhale, of breath

The point is yes, everything in life is a choice

East and West, wack rapeprs or DJ KRS-One

Dunn I come like the ancients with a drum

Come along you can hum along or run along

Sing a song if you wanna sing a song

This meta-lyrical poet will surely put it on

I don't wear or count of frauds

but I can prophesize by lookin in your eyes

if you're right or wrong, it could be all

It's always the little things that control the big things

Undirected mind waves will bring a string

of unexpected anything until you cipher

Whether niggative or negative you don't need either

You need to direct your thinkin through your speakin

Prevent the negative from leakin out into the atmosphere

Do I make myself clear? Achieve a major goal this year

But don't ever step here

[DJing of 'Spark Mad Izm' by Channel Live and KRS-One]

Expertism, is lyr, lyr, lyr, lyricism

My flow, my flow, my flow'll take you over

My ex, my ex, my expertism

Is lyr, is lyr, is lyr, lyr-i-cism

My flow, my flow, my flow'll take you over

My, my flow'll take you over

My, my flow'll take you over, like

My, my flow'll take you over, like...

Plan Up Your Family lyrics - KRS-One

(from "Booty Call" soundtrack)

You better check this

[sung part]

Plan up your family, ha-high, me say

Plan up your family, ha-high

[sung part again]

Yeahhh...

This one's dedicated to the girl you see

and all bwoy big D, livin in the ci-ty, I sing

[sung part]

Uhhhhh...

Sex is part one but every story has a sequel (try)

Not to live with your parents now people

Let part two be planned by you, not fake (why?)

Cause your baby you'll start to hate (cry)

Like if you can't afford a sausage

You on edge, baby cries, you throw him in the garbage

You know the stories that you hear in the news

Babies being killed, infants being abused (right)

Do people life they live like a movie

Yellin, "Do me! Do me!" Too much loose booty

They wanna be Blowfish like Hootie (chill)

Premature pregnancy is ill

You never hear the other side of the story (like)

Like what happens after you hit the shorty

Right (right), you check it before you get butt naked

Heed the science in the record

[sung part x2]

Yeah...

This one dedicated to the girl, you see

And all bwoy big D, livin in the city, I say

[sung part]

Yeah, yeah...

You know the time y'all, you know the time y'all

Hear the rhyme y'all, time to free your mind y'all

School's open here's the message comin next

Some dumb-ass kid feels proud he had sex

("I knocked it out! Yeah I'm the mack and I'm all that!")

Nine months later, you can't afford Similak (why?)

You look back on your life, you say it can't be

I never asked or planned to have a family

Thinkin back in bed you was a happy camper

And uhh, now your partner can't find the Pampers

Every day more sex you pursuin (sex is good)

But think about what you doin

Everybody yellin revolution

But still on the ave cruisin, not seeing we losin

Control your life and choose your direction

With sex and foreplay use protection

Control your life and choose your direction

With sex and foreplay use protection

[sung part x2]

Yeah this one's dedicated to the girl you see

And all bwoy big D, livin in the city, I say

[sung part]

You know

I got to add this last piece to the song

So no one gets me wrong, and we can live long

Havin a child is good for your health

But how you gonna have a kid yo, when you a kid yourself?

It's your life, not hers, or his (true)

Now you want someone to come and watch your kids? (ooh)

You try to give em to your moms, she ain't with it

And with no sisters, a job you can't seem to get it

Now you applyin for welfare, medicare for health care

Now your whole life is goin nowhere

I'm gonna say it, you might not respect it

But most pretty little girls wind up pregnant

You wanna wear tight clothes and act loose

But now someone gave you the truth! Yo

[sung part x2]

[sung part]

Temple Tactics lyrics - KRS-One

All rise!

From around the way to around the world

The ever-sinner of Matthew Netta, gets it together

Every time I manifest the vocals we think

My voice is registered with your local presinct

I lead through knowledge, you don't see me till college

KRS-One is like that oatmeal porridge

When you get older and you realise you need it

That's when you retrieve it, now class be seated

This Boogie Down lingo is produced by Domingo

Wild styles I bring you, now go re-write your single

My last name should be Kringle for the gift

On the drummachine I program songs like Steve Smith

Don't Rif, Kin, you're not loud

you're not listening, I self-create my position

Any room I enter I transform to a church

Before you see through battle you should do some research

For we break

[samples:]

-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks

-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme

Break-over, take-over, total make-over

When I rap it slabs a flack on your Range Rover

You's a joke clown plus you broke down

Like a coat of a cardigan KRS-One be flowing at your party

Your whole crew jetting they be seriously threating

My lyric weapon be upsetting the jamsession

Gather round now for a very important lesson

KRS-One is not the one you should be testing

No guessing, we follow strict mathematics

Temple tactics and word magic

So step up if you wanna get hurt

All year around our shows be worth

The force I observe lifts up your skirt

Leave your space cabin Captain Kirk covered in dirt

[samples:]

-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks

-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme [x2]

You got the long lasting, floors matching without asking

Rhymes with a passion, KRS-One, broadcasting

Never crashing cos I'm never speeding

You should be heading, what do you trick and I be reading

Leading the new school, with new rules for new fools

Flash styles and young MC's it makes they crews drool

Some say you cruel when I bust off like a new tool

Making a man you do as I drop two jewels

Positive and negative, mutualist disadditive, but I'm not giving it

The Godess is my relative, knowledge I be living it

I creep with it, come to elect ya and you'll witness it

Lyrics I'll be flicking it

Don't step this way if you begin in it

Push your hands up if you've been in it

Let me now get into it, straight rhymes hit the innercit'

When it splatter they say "Damn, those rappers"

Switching ya, fixing a glitch in ya

Pulling the bitch in ya out, taking a bum a ridiculour route

[samples:]

-Has more rhymes than a train has tracks

-Able to leave sucker MC's in a single rhyme [x4]

The French Connection lyrics - KRS-One

(from "Ma 6-t Va Crack-er" soundtrack)

KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack-er

Cercle Rouge, KRS-One

Droppin on em like this

Pick it up, pick it up

You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through

Representing all true hip hop culture

You know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years

If in reality the black man doesn't belong here

Have you forgotten how we got to this place

Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race

If you don't teach me my culture I don't know who I am

I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend

So I'm robbin and killin I got nothing to live for

You turn my father into a boy my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave

Watching while people that got me to walk fast

After beatin us, rapin us and robbin us

400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation

A technological anti-human mutation

A mutation of a better way of life

You first pulled the knife but to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level

I listen to bass and treble

Thinking that the white man is the devil

Cause who could be so cruel like this

So heartless, so senseless

But I'm taught by the devil

To grow up and be a Devil

To do the same devilish things on another level

However when I act out the mission

You turn around and throw me in prison

You a sucker

[Chorus:]

If you come from France

and you like the breakdance say OHOH (OHOH)

And If you come from New York

and you like the way I talk say Yeah (Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land

And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand

Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like

Pythagorus, Ptolomies, Socrates

These people are thieves

They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the king Akhanoton

Put down the book, use your brain

If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education cant see that

Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black

Give me my frame of mind back

Give me my culture

But you don't understand that cause you a sucker

[Chorus]

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house

Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house

KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt

Turning parties out

You know what I am about

Cause we will be here forever I told you

Soldier floods your mind like Noah

As you get older you've got to pay attention

At how you livin hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up, to blow up the spot you're at

Learn the skill and go to the top of that

Cercle Rouge definitely rockin in rap

KRS-One I got your back

[Chorus]

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme

Representing Cercle Rouge in France

All the graffiti artists

we like to breakdance to the MC yes you know that's me

KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that

Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap

We do it like this, do it like that

Throw Down lyrics - KRS-One (feat. Cold Crush Brothers)

[Intro/Chorus:]

[Krs]

Let's Do It!

[Cold Crush]

When I say how then you say ho

and if somebody say thug then you say so

cuz theres hell below and you ain't tryin to go

so get ready for the throw down

Headz catch wreck and bums get done

B.D.P., Cold Crush & Krs One

nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

so get ready for the throw down

[Verse 1]

[Krs]

Throw down, low down

Mc's get throw down

I mastered the sentence, paragraph & pronouns

I think you oughta go down

you cant stand the blow of toe to toe now!

that you heard all the rap criminals

skills minimal, dispicable,

check out the rhyme original

indivisible justice for all

before ya learned to walk, you gots ta learn to crawl

before ya learned to crawl, you gots to be born

now before you were born, your folks had to get it on

The point to the matter comin from the blastmaster

is hip hop culture might be headed for disaster

All these wack rappers don't know the past data

They act like hip hop history doesn't matter

So when you see Krs One brace the stage

the difference that you see, has to do wit my age

Fresh in 74....Fresh in 75

Fresh in 76 when Mc's rocked live to cassette

Fresh in 77 don't forget

Fresh in 78 on a turntable set

Fresh in 79

Fresh in 80 I was grandmaster G wit my man double T

Fresh in 81

Fresh in 82 when DJ Mad Mike off of Church Avenue in the B-K

BROOKLYN-FLATBUSH!!!...when B-K MC's got mushed!

Fresh in 83, 84 and 85 when I moved back to the B-X and got live

Fresh in 86......Fresh in 87

Fresh in 88 after Scott went to heaven

Fresh in 89......Fresh in 90

I'm Fesh in 91, 92 and 93

Fresh in 94, 95 don't be forgetten

Fresh in 96 and Fresher in 97

Fresh in 98 and Fresh in 99

In the new millenium I'll be aroused in your mind so....

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

[Krs]

What does it take to be a real MC?

it means you can't write rhymes for the tv

cuz a real MC, whether amatuers or pros

MC that knows how to rock live shows

another thing while I sing MC talk

a real MC never diss New York

cuz if you knew the time while your rhymin MC'n

you'd know that New York is hip hop's garden of Eden

and if this ain't sacred, we neva gonna make it

your disin your very own hip hop tradition

you know why when I grab the mic I'm superior

cuz I was at the Roxy and Danceteria

Krs a product of respect and courtesy

while the rapper is a product of the record company

I'm not braggin but this is what hip hop is achievin

it's becomin all rap and no Mc'in

still we ain't seein, cuz still we ain't believin

the West and the East of hip hop can cease

[Cold Crush]

Hey yall this is true

the boys in blue gotta plan for you

don't mess wit the suits cuz they do too

so whatcha gonna do

Tried to be the best

live positive and free from stress

don't limit yourself to east or west

whose the very best...

[Krs]

Krs...I warm up your chest while your bones untangle

the lyrics hit your head then goes down your ankle

I'm saved for rainy days like casserole

then rediscovered later like the dead sea scrolls

you wanna get out the ghetto, the projects and profit

but first negativity you gots to stop it

Big up the east coast and the west coast

but you cant big up no coast when your ghost

I can see now how the other man stole rock and roll

and guitar rippin cuz we was bullshit

sick of eatin chicken,

but fix it theres time tickin

we spittin and complainin but the worlds rearrangin

still we doin the same, whose to blame we don't need this

its not black strangness, its black weakness

[Chorus/Outro]