The I

Where shall we land, there?

Which city shall we destroy today?

This one, or that one? This one?

[KRS-One]

Take a look a look around, we last forever

We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather

We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle

We free MC's, what we decree will not desert you

We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin

We calculate against the continued cries of our children

They may be cryin now but they won't be cryin later

We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators

So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes

Create instrumentals, write hooks and rock masses

NONE passes, without studyin this flow

It's all good as long as you know Kris know!

[Chorus: Mad Lion]

While I deal with I, Jah talk to I

When I dem go alike, only de one comply

Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I

If you don't unify your children them a gon' cry

[KRS-One]

I stand with the rejected, the unsuspected, the unconnected

The neglected the one you, never suspected

It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back

Sayin that's my sound, and that's my sound

And that's my track, and that's my rap

And that's some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin it back

I'm actually, I'm everywhere at every time

Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind

KRS is my representative on Earth

Challenge him not, he's been hip-hop since birth

His main objective, is to put hip-hop in perspective

Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities

[Chorus]

[Mad Lion]

Inna style dem a {?}, yo alla dem a cry

Dey worship slackness and to be under sky

We lead dem to de water but we cyan't make dem drink

Pussy to take a sip, cause it gon' make you t'ink

We don't usually {?} shit {?}, yo alla dem a sing

Wisdom wort more den any diamond and gold

People use it and find it like de Dead Sea Scrolls

[KRS] Take dem Lion, take 'em, take it over!

[Mad Lion]

Cause of dem outer, dem outer, dem outer inter outer inter

Outer inter outer inter out of control

Dey neva find wisdom til dem dead ohhh

Mad Lion make de {?} roll

KRS make up a sea and bulge ya

Of the story of never been told-a

Cause we outer, outer, inter outer outer ese

Out of control, out of control

I'm so serious ay (what?)

We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again)

Some people diss dem {?} hell's in this world

But dey'll come around one day

[KRS-One]

Yo, yo, only Beezlebub think my voice is aggravatin

Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin

The mind's debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan?

But the tree is only known by it's fruit, what am I creating?

What am I stating? Have I stood the test of time?

Or am I fading, or has God blessed my rhyme?

Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten

The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better day daily