| Lyrics: | 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 fuck 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 motherfuck
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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