Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this. Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G And um, see, when I be coming through, for the U.K.-crew Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this Now, if you're with me.
Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through I'm writing for the people, bite it if you need to I can see through and see that, you saw an MC and tried to be that That MC you saw was me can you believe that? And obey that?
True lyrics will always subvice and meaning rhymes equal actual life Its the true essence in ebony, trace your record-sales G Somethings are pure luck, other things are meant to be I bet they'll mention me, in the next century:
KRS-One, innovator in early rap-poetry Simultaneously you will be forgotten While in the year 2000 Criminal Minded will still be rocking You waste your time battling me I got mine happening, see?
You should have thought G, a little bit sooner Instead of battling me you need your plan your long heavity Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar
Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola The point is whatever the outcome of the battle The day goes on with more french fries and soda One, two and you don't quit, Goldie has got to be the real sure shit One, two and you don't quit, KRS-One and yes we do it like this
Buckle up your seatbelt we about to get busy Lyrics get thrown like a frisbee, who is he? The K, you gets dizzy all for the roots like Kizzy And Kunta-Kinte in your city
Ask for Sensei not million more like teacher Now you're familiar let me fill ya Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me rhyme As were climbing up the speed, were finding what we need in the jungle
MC's stumble over their words and mumble over their verbs Suddenly it occured: KRS-One, word!
KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital -2x I gotta get buckwild, I gotta get buckwild I gotta get buckwild, coming through with that freestyle -2x
You can run with this, on the junglelist Only KRS-One can do it like this Forever, and ever a decade embedder Whatever, how ever, rough to the leather
Let me shedder flame as I go offstage and blow up game In the jungle I spot the L. like U.N.C.L.E. when I cast don't fumble Kris and Goldie drum n bass only no one can hold me U.K. drum n bass all in your face
Got to represent U.K. up in this place Representing like the internet All the way from New York City down to your motherfucking set KRS-One, you know how we do, son
Coming through on that break dance, one (one) Two (two), three (three), you know how we be Break dancing back in nineteen-eighty-three Take the mill with a savoir-faire, man, when you stop and stare
The style is rare, no, you can't compare keep your eye right here You can buy that there, or buy this right here But guaranteed this will have your mind like Yeah! Stumble, fumble, crumble Kris kicks these lyrics in the jungle
Making all these rappers mumble Bass n drum to this all under this I got a bundle of this For the jungle lists, jump to this Kris from that Bronx, New York
You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork Rewind, stop whining I'm rhyming, timing is binding But you're still finding, you'll wait through what I say the number one DJ On the microphone minds get blown
KRS-One again? Yes this shits sown Like a microphone that's chrome all alone in your home Definitely straight to your dome
KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital
KRS-One
Ah, check it out now, check it out now, check it out now As we take you back to nineteen-seventy-nine KRS-One going back in time
Now, you throw your hands high in the sky-why-why Hahaha (laughter) Stop!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
