You Gon Go?

[Verse 1: KRS-One]

I'm bringing back the style that others have pushed to the rear

Now you see me, now you don't, now I'm everywhere

Maybe you can see that knowledge does reign supreme

Rap is like a ballclub and I coach the team

Move the crowd, that's what MC mean

How many albums I got? Mmmm...12, 13

I've told y'all before

You are not just doin' hip-hop, you are hip-hop

Them jokers need to stop, be hip-hop

I mastered this and him, her, they, them, that one

she and he did not

I speak a lot

I hit 'em in they weakest spot

Come see me rock, yo, you'll leave in shock

KRS, you ever wonder why he's so hot?

It's because he's not pop yo, he's hip-hop

West to East the sound of the police will rock

If you don't love this you won't have the heat I got

Disciplined if you listening the beats (?)

Fuck the dumb shit yo, we gotta teach the tots

They say I preach a lot

And last year the took the jeep and shot

But this year the beat will knock

[Hook x2: KRS-One]

I know where

We can go

To see how a real MC flow

No video

No radio

Just a live show

C'mon now you gon' go?

[Verse 2: KRS-One]

I'm still standing, demanding playing my lex jammin'

Cats wanna really see me start blam-blammin'

Put away the cannon for this overstandin'

I'm landin'

Let the music play like Shannon

I'm so hot, why not, I bring all the fans in

Watch me now come alive like Peter Frampton

Listen to me people, listen to me loud and clear

It's time I found out what type of people up in here

When I shout out the classic if you know it say yeah

South Bronx-Yeah!

My Philosophy-Yeah!

Black Cop-Yeah!

You Must Learn-Yeah!

Yeah we gonna do it up in here

I'm still standin'

And rappers be mad-mad

Cause they know they'll give birth like the American

flag in Baghdad

All they do is blab-blab, that head chatter

Why the dopest MC always a dead rapper?

I'm a real live rapper, I'm out to set it

I pay dues, while your crews still on credit

You talk that shit till I come out the school

And all y'all sound like Trina sayin' "That's Cool"

Time for the streets again

Time for them cats to pop gats into the mic you speakin' in

I'm creepin' in with a hundred soldiers

When I step on the stage it's over

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: KRS-One]

They don't play me a lot

KRS you don't see a lot

On TV a lot, but I do MC a lot

I don't duck and hide when I see the cops

I'm free with the knowledge to free the block

Live on the radio I'm sendin' my rhyme, you can see

I'm behind enemy lines

You already heard about plenty of crime

Now hear about the sciences that could really open ya mind

I only got a little bit of time to rhyme before the

producer over here says "Ok, that's fine"

So let's get to it, I got my whole squad with me

On top'a all that I got God with me

You can go far with me

From New York, to Atlanta, to LA

You know they all with me

You might not see me on this station cause this is a

Rapcity and KRS leads a Hip-Hop nation

Even though y'all chase ends

Why can't weeeeee be friends, it all depends

Cats wanna thug it out

Isn't it true that Hip-Hop was bigger when we all loved it out?

Look at the difference in raps

See when I'm spittin' the facts

Louder than anyone could rap, the industry collapse

No one's special anymore

Variety is gone for sure

[Hook x2]