Krs-one

Intro: krs-one

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? ah yeah!

Verse one: krs-one

So here i go kickin science in ninety-five
I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
Dont call me nigga, this mc goes for his
Call me god, cause that's what the black man is
Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist
Black women you are not a bitch you're a goddess
Let it be known, you can lean on krs-one
Like a wall cause i'm hard, i represent god
Wack mc's have only one style: gun buck
But when you say, "let's buck for revolution"
They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it
Down to start a riot in a minute
You'll hear so many bowe-bowe-bowe, you think i'm riddick
While other mc's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope
I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, woy!
That's for calling my father a boy and, klak klak klak!
That's for putting scars on my mother's back, bo!
That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you
Buck buck buck, cause i don't give a motherfuck
Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and
You black people still thinkin about vot-ing
Every president we ever had lied
You know i'm kinda glad nixon died!

Chorus

Verse two: krs

This is not the first time i came to the planet
But everytime i come, only a few could understand it
I came as isis, my words they tried to ban it
I came as moses, they couldn't follow my commandments
I came as solomon, to a people that was lost
I came as jesus, but they nailed me to a cross
I came as harriet tubman, i put the truth to sojourner
Other times, i had to come as nat turner
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me
So i had to come back as marcus garvey, bob marley
They tried to harm me, i used to be malcolm x
Now i'm on the planet as the one called krs
Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like
Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible
The black panther is the black answer for real
In my spiritual form, i turn into bobby seale
On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away
And enters into kwame ture

Chorus

Verse three: krs-one

In the streets there is no eq, no di-do-di-do-di-do
So i grab the air and speak through the code
The devil cannot see through as i unload
Into another cerebellum
Then i can tell em, because my vibes go through denim
And leather whatever, however, i'm still rockin
We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin
Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid
The son of god is brighter than the son of man
The spirit is, check your dollar bill g, here it is
We got no time for fancy mathematics
Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static
Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic
They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic

Chorus

Verse 1

Yeah....yeah.....
Mmmmm....mm!
Alright, here we go...

I'm thinkin' real hard about some money i can hold
But everybody i know is deep in the hole
A steady payin' job is too hard for me to hold
I call around for work but they puttin' me on hold
But in my hand a shiny .45 is what i hold
I make a mayonnaise sandwich out of some whole-
Wheat, i'm feelin' weak, i can't hold
I gotta rob somebody tonight and take the whole
Bank roll, some cash i gotta hold
At the bottom of my shoe is a little bitty hole
That's it, my mental sanity i can't hold
I'm walkin' to the store with this pistol that i hold...

Verse 2

Yeah....yeah.....

Half of me is sayin' maintain and uphold
Suddenly i bump into some asshole
He's cursin' me out, but this pistol that i hold
Took control, and in his head i put a hole
Ahhh man, now i'm lookin' around the whole
Area, the gun is still hot that i hold
I'm buggin' out, and i don't know how much longer i can hold
I feel myself sinkin' deeper in the hole
So in my victim's pants i rip a little hole
And felt for the wallet, and took the whole
Bill-fold, forty bucks is what i hold
Suddenly i hear, "freeze! police! hold!"

Verse 3

Yeah....mmmmm.....
Come on!
Yeah....wooh!
Come on...

In the penitentiary i see a whole
Bunch of blacks and hispanics that they hold
In my cell i cry like hell, my head i hold
One day somebody ax if my shoes they could hold
I told this guy, "listen! my shoe's got a hole
But what's up with that shiny sharp knife that you hold?"
He lunged forth, the first thing that i thought of was to hold
The arm with the knife so that he couldn't put a hole
In me, but then i put him in a chokehold
Took the knife and in his neck i put a hole
Suddenly all the c.o's come to me and it's me they hold
Beat my ass and i spend two weeks in the hole
I'm ready to bug out, my sanity i can't hold
My needs and wants messed up my life on a whole.

Damn. just wasn't satisfied with life.

Yeah....uh!
Yeah....
Check!

The moral to the story is...your addiction to your needs and your
Wants is what causes problems in your life. make sure you got whatcha
Need. put at a safe distance all the things that you want. it's wants
That get you into trouble.

This is the balance of life...the balance to life on a whole.

Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth

"these are the streets!
Shit is real out here!
This ain't no fuckin joke!"

I lived in a spot called millbrooke projects
The original criminal minded rap topic
With twenty cents in my pocket i saw the light
If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a fight
And not a fair fight, i wake up wonderin who died last night
Everyone and everything is at war
Makin my poetic expression hardcore
I ain't afraid to say it, and many can't get with it
At times in my life, i was a welfare recipient
I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe
And went to school everyday, like a god damn fool
Well anyway, here i am, chillin at the party
Brothers lookin at me like they wanna kill somebody
A cypher manifested in the center of the jam
I got to show these wack rappers really who i am
It's me against them, so i clear the phlegm
And wage the war, hardcore to the end
For someone lookin inside, yeah from the out
It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about
But hip-hop as a culture, is really what we give it
But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it
Cause every black kid lives two and three lives
The city's a jungle, only the strong will survive

Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth

Every single day i hear lie after lie
Like "black people don't die, we multiply"
So when i kick a rhyme i represent how i feel
The sacred street art of keepin it real
Why i gotta listen, to somebody else?
How they got wealth, let me talk about myself
But all i really got is hip-hop and a glock
The results are obvious, if i'm confined to my block
Occasionally, in the city i'm released
To meet other beasts, lookin for the feast
We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets thinner
"yo yo there he go, him," there's the dinner
White meat, carryin a bag of some sort
Life is short, white meat is quickly caught
A scuffle a muffle yet none of us hesitated
Like mother africa, white meat is violated
We quickly dissapear, like santa's little elves
And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves
We say, "peace/piece" cause that's what we really want
A piece of the pie that america flaunts

Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth

"oh shit!"

The truth is that police must serve and protect
Reality is black youth is shown no respect
The truth is government has a war against drugs
Reality is government is ruled by thugs
With all this technology, above and under
Humanity still hunts down one another
Rappers display artistic cannibalism
Through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm
Through basic animal instincts, we think
So the battle for mental territory is glory, end of story

Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Yeah

"these are the streets!
Shit is real out here!
This ain't no fuckin joke!"

It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual gimme the truth!

Listen to the lyric as the negative is shrinkin
It's shrinkin out your life when you decide to change your thinkin
One of the first things we gotta switch around of course
Is jesus christ, and him dying on the cross
You're looking at the cross, surrounded in it's mystery
With jesus on the cross in a, total misery
Now seperate jesus from the cross so you can see
The truth about the cross, and the cross's history
The cross was created by the roman government
It's only purpose and use, is cap-i-tal punishment
But jesus christ, was all about the revolution
While the cross was used as jesus christ's execution
See what if jesus christ, was hung upon a tree
Upon every church wall, that's exactly what you'd see
If jesus christ, was shot in the head with no respect
We'd all have little gold guns around our neck
If jesus christ was killed in electic chair, now get it
You'd be knealing to the electric chair with jesus, still in it
You gaze upon the cross, and you see the execution
You yell stop the violence but the cross you're still using

It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual gimme the truth!

So i say listen, listen, open up your third eye vision
God is not down with religion
Religion they be sellin it, listen up, god is intelligent
Reading of the bible is irrelevant
You gotta look within yourself, not a scripture
Krs-one comes to rearrange the god picture
If you sit and believe, you can acheive
If you sit and accept, you don't know, what's correct
Or incorrect, take for instance adam and eve
The first two people on the planet, or so you believe
Their first time in heaven kids they had, cain and abel
Huh, now let me show you why the story's unstable
According to the story, according to what you believe
There was only cain, abel, adam, and eve
On the whole planet, now use your intellect
And tell me, what did cain and abel do for sex?
Upon the whole planet there was not another
Could it be for sex, heh, they were looking at each other?
Hold up! i thought the church wasn't into that
But wait, still yet, there is another fact
How did the world get populated?
Now tell me if i'm wrong, but obviously eve had it goin on
Think for a minute, i know it gets notorious
But yo g, check out the chorus

It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against god
It's not factual gimme the truth!

[rich nice]
Yo yo...
Yo bring that back
I wanna say something on this blastmaster session
Yo this is rich nice
You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girls
And these nice girls like hoes

[krs-one]
True indeed, i'd like to welcome the rebirth of the goddess
Word up it's all about knowledge of self
Yo busta rhymes, why don't you take the session over from here

"one two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*"

Let me introduce you to another type of rapper mc
Where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the chattanooga empty
Classical like a german luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am i the hyper
Like i said before my radar's going bibbit bibbit
The microphone i grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric i live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, huh
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, krs got skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As i rock em and get ill, i build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one i hype it
Your album, rewrite it

How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc
How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc

Triplet syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as i stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
Will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll cherish the day like sade
The advanced oratorical techniques i speak
Keep the heat at full peak! my grammar
With stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that dj
I'm strappin and attackin a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable formats and the cash g
G for guard your grill, i'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
We built and killed style and skill
While poetically recriminate you like a child i will
Get ill, and switch to earn
Cause i prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
Be seated i'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me then beat it

How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc
How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc

Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from new york city is too witty
I come from a era of ?oj cars?, latin quarter
Fake gucci and fake fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that i ain't been to
You can't tell me nuttin that i ain't been through
Disrespect the teacher i gots to get you
*cause they can't mc*
But what you really sayin
You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"yo kris you hit too hard" stop playing!
Switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "who let the k out?"
?no great area?
Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience
But lyrically there ain't no stoppin
I'm droppin a lot in your noggin
Cause i know that you're lyrically starvin
Carbon, your name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you bab-ble
Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier
I hate to say it but i told ya so
You know that i know the ancient flow krs-one
Is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow
Your blow, i'm not your foe
Battling me? no no no no no no no!

How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc
How many mc's, wannabemceez
Never be mc's, cause they can't mc

[mad lion]
If a dj think he man den he better prepare for war!!
Bdp crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
General lion i chase them all and i am on fiyah
Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead! gun shot to dem head
Gwan *echoes*

Only a few... will understand
And appreciate what's about to happen
Das efx, come in!!!

Verse one: das efx

[drayz]
Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer i'm about to set it
Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it d
So what it b... the d to the fuckin p
(yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, fuck the other shit
Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with is diggey das efx'n
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all

[books]
Aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a nigga out the socket
Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it
It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene
The boogie banger twisted off the lime green
Fuck a dime we, strictly fifty, the bdp and hit squad committee
King of my city, ask my cousin smitty, yo
Got to get the dough, got to blow the spot
Diggity das krs east coast on lock

Verse two: das-efx, krs

[drayz]
To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin michael jordan
Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewer
Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya

[books]
This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like kenny anderson
I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishing
Scattering, fuck it, styles don't be mattering
My pattern's amazing son blazing like a saddle and
Battling's a no-no, got more fame than coco
I'm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and go-go like d.c. niggaz
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the east nigga

[drayz]
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's crazy drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin pele
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo krs come get up in they asses

[krs]
What... i say, follow me follow me
With my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
Mc threats are minimal to my phsyical they just
Whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say
As they piddle and paddle away, they say ok
But i chop that ass up anyway
What's your handle i got mad mc heads upon a mantle
I got genuine mc skin sandals
I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
Cause when i felt lyrics you both are screamin for help
When you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it
You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
As i fa-la-la-la-la, i'm comin with that rara
Rockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle krs when you was young you told your poppa
He slapped you in your head and said uhh-uhh
But you didn't heed the warning
Now i'm in the place, now i'm your face
Lookin at your crew but they all broke out
Because they nothin but lace
Krs is like mace, in your motherfuckin face
Yo dj dice, tear down the place!!

Intro

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
Cos i'm krs and i'm on the mic, and premier's on the breaks

Verse 1

If you don't know me by now i doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a grammy, i won't win a tony
But i'm not the only mc keepin' it real
When i grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "illlll!"
Check the time as i rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever i arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, blastmaster
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody
Call up krs, i'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man named jed
But now jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around i figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember you must learn
About the styles i flip and how wild i get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

Verse 2

This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what krs is here for
Big up grand wizard theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw i'm in your grill with mad skill
Mc's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many mc's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't move a crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get, i'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When i rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, i knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Verse 3

Some mc's don't like the krs but they must respect him
Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
Mc's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When i roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, i don't freeze, yet some mc's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever i arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, i reside like artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As i spark mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what i give 'em