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Intro: KRS-One |
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Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down |
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Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown |
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Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around |
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Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah! |
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Verse One: KRS-One |
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So here I go kickin science in ninety-five |
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I be illin, parental discretion is advised still |
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dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his |
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Call me God, cause that's what the black man is |
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Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist |
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Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess |
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Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One |
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Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD |
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Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck |
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But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution" |
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They shut the **** up, kid, get with it |
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Down to start a riot in a minute |
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You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick |
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While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope |
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I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! |
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That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! |
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That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! |
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That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you |
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BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a mother**** |
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Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and |
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you black people still thinkin about vot-ing |
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Every president we ever had lied |
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You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died! |
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Chorus |
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Verse Two: KRS |
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This is not the first time I came to the planet |
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But everytime I come, only a few could understand it |
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I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it |
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I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments |
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I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost |
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I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross |
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I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner |
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Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner |
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They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me |
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So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley |
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They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X |
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Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS |
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Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like |
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get wit you, showin you, you are invincible |
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The Black Panther is the black answer for real |
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In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale |
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On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away |
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and enters into Kwame Ture |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: KRS-One |
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In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do |
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So I grab the air and speak through the code |
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the devil cannot see through as I unload |
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into another cerebellum |
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Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim |
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and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin |
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We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin |
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Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher |
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Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid |
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The son of God is brighter than the son of man |
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The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is |
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We got no time for fancy mathematics |
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Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static |
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Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic |
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They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic |
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Chorus |