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  • 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 **** lyrical coastin'
    Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
    If a **** 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 **** MC is a ****
    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 ******
    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
  • 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 **** lyrical coastin'
    Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
    If a **** 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 **** MC is a ****
    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 ******
    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