作词 : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? WooTemple of Hip-Hop, let's do it By the sound of the track, you know who is back It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"' Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin' IraqWhen the question is, where is Chandra Levy at? Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental I walk with Kris so my body's a temple Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a GodJust think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned? As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned? Or is the ice and the cars our only concern Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out? So in 2010, look to 2002 Who you think they gonna respect, me or you? Behold the God in the form of the man Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game Cats take hip-hop's name in vain Disrespectin' the forefathers who came Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope Just stay ****ed and hope, I don't read what you wrote Best believe they ain't ****, they deceivin' these folks With they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on thy throat What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRSUsed to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth The game is overheated, over****ed and misunderstood Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc? Quit this rappin' I won't, 'cause MC'n is **** If I can't do it for the love then do it I won'tHow many times we note when these rappers is **** Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' your hope Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap In this land of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws Live life like Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war? God, God, GodMy God, your God, our God Is God, is GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to God?To God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God in your heart Let God in your heart, he will do the part God in your heart Take it to God, take it to God GodTake it to my God, your God, take it to GodTake it to GodTake it to GodTake it to Gd, take it to GodJust take it to God, run and take it God, take it to God
作词 : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? WooTemple of Hip-Hop, let's do it By the sound of the track, you know who is back It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"' Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin' IraqWhen the question is, where is Chandra Levy at? Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental I walk with Kris so my body's a temple Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a GodJust think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned? As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned? Or is the ice and the cars our only concern Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out? So in 2010, look to 2002 Who you think they gonna respect, me or you? Behold the God in the form of the man Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game Cats take hip-hop's name in vain Disrespectin' the forefathers who came Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope Just stay ****ed and hope, I don't read what you wrote Best believe they ain't ****, they deceivin' these folks With they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on thy throat What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRSUsed to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth The game is overheated, over****ed and misunderstood Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc? Quit this rappin' I won't, 'cause MC'n is **** If I can't do it for the love then do it I won'tHow many times we note when these rappers is **** Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' your hope Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap In this land of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws Live life like Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war? God, God, GodMy God, your God, our God Is God, is GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to God?To God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God in your heart Let God in your heart, he will do the part God in your heart Take it to God, take it to God GodTake it to my God, your God, take it to GodTake it to GodTake it to GodTake it to Gd, take it to GodJust take it to God, run and take it God, take it to God
