| Step into a world | |
| Where there's no one left | |
| But the very best | |
| No MC can test | |
| Step into a world, where hip-hop is me | |
| Where MC's and | |
| DJ'sBuild 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 | |
| I'm 'bout to hit you wit that traditional 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 liedI'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 | |
| MCWith or without 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 | |
| Step into a world | |
| Where there's no one left | |
| But the very best | |
| No MC can test | |
| Step into a world, where hip-hop is me | |
| Where MC's and | |
| DJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every day | |
| For the, rapture | |
| 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 and good | |
| Tight and good, come is it tight and 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 | |
| Step into a world | |
| Where there's no one left | |
| But the very best | |
| No MC can test | |
| Step into a world, where hip-hop is me | |
| Where MC's and | |
| DJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every day | |
| For the, rapture |