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[Chorus: sample from a live performance of "The Bridge is Over"]
Here's another example of the KRS-One (BO!) Here's another example of the KRS-One (BO!) They wish to battle BDP but they cannot They must be on the jock of WHO? (DJ Scott LaRock!) [KRS-One] Yeah, one-two, what? What? Grab any tape that you think is hard Put it in your tape deck and press record Get this - what's a real hip-hop emcee? Is it MTV? Is it BET? Is it five M-I-C's so the people can see? I mean, how you think you free when you act like property? Tell me, how can you judge an MC when he's rockin I mean, rockin it live, not pickin his cotton I mean, adjustin his clothes I mean, how do you know before you come to the show, and you're not gettin cheated That you're not gettin heated, that you ain't come to the club thinkin, "Uh-uh - I must have been weeded!" You got to be a educated consumer Spend your money on MC's cause these rappers'll do ya All they want is your cash, ass, glass, gas and a flick When you ask for that autograph, they ass dash quick Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don't matter He pulls his gat while we BUST OFF the gatler He's more of an actor, someone, into theater Not an upright MC with styles who speaks clearer! [Chorus] [KRS-One] MC's have no time for the bar Unless we politickin a tape to some drunk A&R We grab the mic and say who we are, KRS And start takin it to the chest of the best This is not a test or a demo This is when you let go of the limo, like many can't do They may wanna amp you and chant new, record sellin But movin the crowd is somethin that they can't do! [Chorus] [KRS-One] C'mon! You got to be mistaken, I am not your boy You fake what you creatin, playin wit'cha toys G'wan with all that bullshit bout you bringin noise Time for somethin more than PO-PO-POI-POI All of hip-hop ain't seventeen Some of us still go back to "Microphone Fiend" Back when it was just MC's and DJ's No video that come on and just replay [Chorus] [KRS-One] Uhhh... uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh We can never stop, forever we rock, take a listen The t'cha is back, cause rap's whack when I'm missin Me, I would never want the future to believe that when they trust to look back on us there was no dope MC's There was, all these rappers grabbin more and more money And now that I'm A&R they look more and more funny They rap for platinum plaques without buildin a cultural strategy worthy of our children! |
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Be strong, be strong
[Intro: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must tell these devils, word, {*HA! HA!*} You got to tell a devil {*HUH*}, then tell a devil {*HA!*} Got.. word.. what, {*HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, huh huh {*HA!*} Be strong! {*HA! HA!*} Word Stand on the rock (.. stand up on the rock ..) [Verse One: KRS-One] When the devil got your soul, and you ain't got control You know you Born Again, but you feel like you old You put your mind on Christ, or put your mind on Kris For everlasting life, you must listen to this Now you could get with this, or you can get with that I think you'll go with this, yo Christians where you at? Oh yes it's KRS, with Church of the Harvest With Clarence {?}, hip-hop's winning evangelist And then there's Hezekiah, his fire brings the fire He's takin it higher, tell 'em {THE DEVIL IS A LIAR} I know, you thinkin bout that Y2K And I see, this fear that makes you lose your way But we got, somethin that is bigger than Benz And we stand, upon the rock that cannot break Through millineiums, don't you think we been here before? Through millineiums, God has always opened the door Word! [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, word up {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Word {*HUH*} {*HA!*} {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} [Interlude] (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Be strong! Word (.. be strong ..) Be strong (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) Endure! Endure! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, if all you got is money and the little things you wear You worry bout your car note, you worry bout your hair Then you ain't got no faith, and you must live in fear Now listen to me people, and listen to me clear So like I was just sayin, I think it's time for prayin Don't put your trust in Satan, it's Christ you put your faith in You minimize your hatin, and stop your hesitatin It's faith that keeps you movin, so do not be mistaken [Chorus: KRS-One] You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} You must to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You got to tell the devil {*HUH*} UHH tell the devil {*HA!*} You got to tell the devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} word You must tell the devil {*HUH*}, you must tell the devil {*HA!*} Word, tell that devil, word {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} wo-word You must tell the devil {*HUH*} uhh {*HA!*} uh-huh, yo {*Ahhhhhhhhhh HA! HA!*} Yo [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now you listen to these lyrics, they speak into your spirit You shiver when you hear it, but some just cannot bear it But when you get up near it, there's no need that you fear it It's KRS O-N-E you know me hip-hop be spirit So you tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA Tell that devil HUH, tell that devil HA You must tell the devil HUH, tell that devil HA! Get out of my life, change your life, word [Outro] (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. be strong ..) (.. be stronnnnnnnng ..) (.. STAND UP ON THE ROCK! ..) |
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Knowledge, where the people at?
Free Mumia! Channel Live! (KRS-One, come and represent) (The wisdom) Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha! Free Mumia! Everywhere I look there's another house negro Talkin about they people and how they should be equal They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there C. Delores Tucker, you want to quote the scripture Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista Verse One: Hakim, KRS, Tuffy I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster I said I MC, she said, "You're a gangster" But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance Wrapped her up like the arms in a be |
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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 don't 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 |
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[KRS-One]
Every once in a while You got to put aside childish things And get with the teachers and the kings K-R-S... Truck Turner... Bring It To The Cypher Like this, like this y'all [Verse One: Truck Turner] I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to snap Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet through his hat With his head attached What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true that You in my way, move that, Truck coming through that Run up in your spot, come out, raising two gats Move back, give a nigga room, let me hit this Way back, since up in the womb, I was with this Every sentence, we doom with consistence Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit this [KRS-One] Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city You see the equation, to this whole situation? If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you Satan And that's why you hating, creating debates When you know damn well that your title will be taken [Hook: 2X] You think you all that son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You only got platinum? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You think you got props son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! You living Hip Hop son? BRING IT TO THE CYPHER! [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty time To kick many rhymes, big time, all time Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing rhymes Bright I shine, simply cuz I'm Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climb Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will Still number one for fun, kill another one Battle your bugging son Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never done I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will make you better son Go and tell your mum I took a bite out of your bum Anytime you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it Never running up on it, you never disappointed, get on it I simply jam, not that I give a damn Let me tell you who I am, just ask your buddy Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny [Truck Turner] Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a rough Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up Automatic fire ? Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh! All up in the party, clip it out, give it up [KRS-One] Where's the money for this single, get it out, give it up Blastmaster's coming through Truck, what [Hook: 2X] [Verse Three: Truck Turner] That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get down Come up on my block making noise, keep the shit down I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit now? Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit rounds Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go there Once I bring it to you, you won't be save nowhere Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even show there It'll be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clears Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally Stay on my good side, my bad side, I annihilate Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me But they crossed the line, I gotta show 'em My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah) Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to blow him Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the rifle Fuck you, until more niggaz looking just like you Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles I squeeze you load (I squeeze you reload) I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can roll Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold Like bad heads that fold at war, anything goes Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what [Hook: 2X] Truck... Turner... express, ya don't stop K... R... S...... Truck... Turner... express, c'mon y'all K... R... S...... |
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Here comes the mighty
Yes im a righty I live in a apartment with my mom I rap becuz i listen to beats on cd roms Man i wish i was on the road to fame Instead they say im lame But ill try to prove them right I just think they're lookin for a fight Forget it Ill just get my revenge on them rabbits No im just playing I just hope i keep praying I couldnt hear what my mom was saying All i heard was Blahbleebblibblob My brotha has an imaginary friend named Bob All he does is talk about gob Naw ill quit talkin And ill just keep walkin Im outy Before it gets too crowdy Im out |
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(I remember..) Big Daddy Kane
(You've forgotten..) Salt-N-Pepa (To remember..) Outrageous clothes (I wonder why..) Uhh, oh (I remember..) Heavy D (You've forgotten..) Kool Moe Dee (To remember..) Dope videos (I wonder why..) [KRS-One] Remember the day, 'member the play, 'member the way we used to say "Dee-dee-dee-da-di-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-di-dayyyyy" Remember the jams, 'member the plans 'member the plans you made with your man Maybe you can or maybe you can not Remember the architects of hip-hop It's really hard to forget about Tupac Respect is what the Crash Crew got Better we ask you not, to recite the history of Hip-Hop on the block You could forget about Grandmaster Flash if you try You know not, the t'cha returns, have you forgotten? I speak not to idle concerns, I keep it rockin But you have forgotten I'm the holder of a boulder Money-folder, we will be here forever, I TOLD YA! To remind ya, just when them chrome rims blind ya That them rims come from the expression of what's inside ya My lyrics guide ya, and they fly too Why don't you try to find who you rhyme through? I think it's time to untie you (I remember..) MC Lyte (You've forgotten..) Stetsasonic (To remember..) Fancy bars (I wonder why..) Oh, oh (I remember..) Brand Nubian (You've forgotten..) Nice & Smooth (To remember..) Those candy cars (I wonder why..) [KRS-One] Some like it slow, some like it off beat Some like smooth jazz I like it all street We come in all shades, like coke we always thinkin of more ways to leave them all dazed All hazed, all crazed and all amazed My last name should have been Letterman like Dave But I wasn't his slave, I'm referrin to the way that my lyrics behave, when I rock raves Let off shockwaves baby it's crazy not too much can stop me I walk right in, these other cats be knock-kneed Terrified, they still actin all cocky When the storm hits they be screamin "MAMI! PAPI!" "AUNTIE! SOMEBODY!" I'm from the orthodoxy It takes more to rock me, like in "Attack of the Clones" these rappers be carbon copies, and they hardly got the flow, rhyme style sloppy and old What's up with "The Show"? (I remember..) Public Enemy (You've forgotten..) Dana Dane (To remember..) Outrageous clothes (I wonder why..) Yo, oh, oh (I remember..) Doug E. Fresh (You've forgotten..) Das EFX (To remember..) Videos (I wonder why..) (I remember..) W-H-B-I (You've forgotten..) K-Day! (To remember..) Outrageous clothes (I wonder why..) Oh, oh (I remember..) Red Alert (You've forgotten..) Fab 5 Freddy (To remember..) Videos (I wonder why..) [KRS-One] Yo, oh, ah, yes, do it Do it, ah, Mad Lion on the hookup J Rock on the hookup Oh, we do it just like that, just like that |
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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! |
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[unknown singer]
When the mooooon is in the seventh house And Jupiter, aliiiiigns with Mars And Pete, will guide the planet And love will steal the stars Right now we're living in the age of Aquarius The age of Aquariussssssssssss Aquariusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! (Aquariusssssssssssss) [KRS-One] Yeah, ah, yeah, ah Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more need for superstition All your living dreams are visions Mystic crystal revelations And the mind's true li-ber-aaa-tion [unknown singer] Aquariusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! (Aquariusssssssssssss) |
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