| 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 **** 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 mother**** | |
| 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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