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Intro/Chorus: sung to the tune of Blondie's "Rapture"

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka!) Where there's no one left (Buku, buku! Alla de massive!) But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo!) No MC can test *cut and scratch of KRS saying "but one"* Step into a world, where hip-hop is me Where MC's and DJ's Build up their skills as they play every day For the, rapture

Yeah, what what! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Verse One:

I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold rockin Givin options for head knockin non stoppin Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten so we bring back the raw hip-hoppin Just like the records and tapes you be coppin Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin We only get better and only better we have gotten This type of flow don't even think about stoppin Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin All music lovers in the place right now That never understood the way that KRS got down Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion If a dope lyrical flow is a must You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied I'm number one, two, three, four and five Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes and pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams A dope MC is a dope MC With or witout a record deal, all can see And that's who KRS be son I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!


Verse Two:

Yeah, yeah Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike until I recite, in black and white what's right Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD TIGHT AN GOOD, come is it TIGHT AN GOOD Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap All in yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap No past rappin, youth trackin, talent lackin MC's more worried about their financial backin Steady packin a gat as if something's gonna happen But it doesn't, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin I appear everywhere and nowhere at once I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front It's the God of rap, you heard of it The one that rhymes toward the sky givin airplanes mad turbulence In rap tournaments, I reign permanent Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it The course of rap I'm turnin it Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus Skills if you notice my position is lotus Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless Thinkin record sales make them the dopest

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!


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