I'm On The Mic

[Intro:]

When you least expect it

(This is just one style)

[Verse 1:]

We back up in this piece like yeast to bread

Underground you gotta find me like an Easter egg

No need to beg, I hit the club hard on the red

While you check for CDs I'm sellin' books instead

I travel the country by car, by foot and leg

What's worse than being behind is being ahead

Prophetic visions of President Jeb

Five storms hit Florida on his head and nobody said

"What's the meaning of this? It's like God is dead"

In the minds of the people hanging onto a thread

You gotta go where your heart is led

I spit truth but some cats, they just got the hardest head

As you can see, I'm artist-led

I take it to the black, to the green, and to the darkest red

I write, recite and of course go off the head-top

Knowledge Reigns Supreme, man - don't forget that

[Chorus:]

KRS and I'm on the mic

(Class is in session, so you can stop guessin')

KRS and I'm on the mic

This is just one style

KRS and I'm on the mic

Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody

KRS and I'm on the mic

Listen

[Verse 2:]

Here's the mission, plain and straight

We gotta nurture and develop what we create

Hip-hop is our activity on the planet

Today it's just an album; tomorrow they examine it

In the future, someone's crammin' fast

'Cause they want at least a B in their hip-hop class

I ain't even askin' you how

If our ancestors built nations, why you ain't buildin' one now?

Technology is not civilization

Civilization is not about the tools that you're making

You have an opportunity, at a new stop

Truly living hip-hop is a chance at a new park

You can play a new part: Develop new DVDs, new books, new art

Open new food marts with hip-hop food charts and food carts

Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do it)

What's the sense of being a recording artist

At a recording company for a year or two

If after the third or fourth year they can't even hire you?

In fact there is really nothing there for you

If your life is not a can of goo

Hip-hop is not a product; hip-hop is me and you

What I spit will see you through

I'm freein' you with knowledge of G-O-D in you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Foot soldiers, let's go - we got this

The freedom to be really you that's what hip-hop is

What can we really do? Reach for the top, kid

Those that seek the bottom they shot stop and lock, kid

We the inevitable, most credible

And most are leaning back with the terrible squad

Here to beat knock hard, this is the real truth

Everything I spit be backed up with real proof

Welcome to the underground

Don't look for me in the mainstream, this is a whole 'nother sound

Sound set we rock music in the streets

In the schools and over the Internet

Feel it yet? You ain't hear me yet

You ain't really ready to get near me yet

Y'all fear and fret

[Chorus]