Knowledge, where the people at?
Channel Live! (
One, come and represent)(
Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha!
Everywhere I look there’s another house negro
Talkin about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin but the conversation ain’t goin nowhere
You can’t diss hip-hop, so don’t you even go there
C. Delores Tucker, you wanna quote the scripture
Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista
Verse One: Hakim, KRS, Tuffy
I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster
I said I MC, she said, "
You’re a gangster"
But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance
Wrapped her up like the arms in a b-boy stance
Recognize moms I’m one of your sons I’m hip-hopin the form of Channel Live and KRS-
Representin MC’s across America
She said, "
You’re the one who be causin all that mass hysteria"
Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
But you blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no love
She said, "
I like it, that’s why I jock it"
Then I said, "
You only on my back because I fill brother’s pockets"
Got em drivin Benzes Jeeps and Rolls Royces
Attackin me will leave youth with no voices
The choice is yours not mine hang with me
I’ll have you freestyle and bombin graffiti
We can cut it up like like wax
Claimin I cause violence but America was violent before rap, FACTChorus: KRS-
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equal WEAInstead of fighting them why don’t you go free Mumia(repeat 2
Verse Two: Tuffy, KRS, Hakim
Wild recital, I kicks the vital, like the finalcall as I watch, Babylon fall
I had to Rush Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe
Tuffy dips to the side, buckin cannons that’s phat
Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum up
Because it’s you that brings the, real horrorcore
Expenditures forgettin, gut from the poor
Why sure! Back before we were born they sold us out
Yeah J. Jackson we know what you about
Youse a Slave Mason, not a Free Mason
Before long the Goddess Tiamat through hip-hop you’ll be facin
Don’t start me, cause I be the, lyricist
At the nineteen ninety-nine millenium party held at Giza
Sayin he’s a, fraud, oh my God
Cause never in your life should you disrespect an artist
Instead, focus your attention on astronomy
And the up and coming, shift in the economy
If you can’t do that, then heed the final call
To free Mumia, Abu-
Hate to be so rough, it could be the White Owls
House niggaz are full of crap, like my Colin Powell
Kickin vowels, is how we relieve the tension
Until we start to bounce white people like suspension (revolution)
You paint the pictures, the black man on the corner
But tell me, who blew up Oklahoma?
The City, ain’t no pity, for the beast
It’s Hakim that voice from the East
Verse Three: KRS, Hakim, Tuffy
Buck buck! Buck buck buck!
It sound like gunshots but it could be the plotof a chicken, definition, is what you’re missin andlisten to your children instead of dissin em
Senator Dole doesn’t understand the young people
Like they be sayin want to, but we be sayin wanna
They gettin dumber every summer as they walk the rope
Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes
Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentalityalways seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent
For degrees full circle, dead from the purplerays of the sun I gots melanin so check it
Bag your nuts quick or get sick from being naked
Suspect it, was it a means for the end
For just a few to drive the Benz while you eat the pigskins
Turned you into mannequins, cause the trick of technology
A revelation, revalations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
That’s my solution, there will be no sequels
I’m audi hundred forty four thousand with my people
From Caligula to Hitler, now it’s Schwartzeneggar
A lust for the violence is the science of their behavior
Who enslaved ya (the devil) but the God of virtuosity
And of the world created, could it be mental sodomy
Got my mind twisted like the blades of fonta leaf
I sit in disbelief as he crawls underneath
The rock cock back the glock, cause I don’t trust
The devil I rebel until Babylon is dust
Verse 1 Yeah….yeah….. Mmmmm….
Mm! Alright, here we go… I’m thinkin’ real hard about some money I can hold But everybody I know is deep in the hole A steady payin’ job is too hard for me to hold I call around for work but they puttin’ me on hold But in my hand a shiny .45 is what I hold I make a mayonnaise sandwich out of some whole- Wheat, I’m feelin’ weak, I can’t hold I gotta rob somebody tonight and take the whole Bank roll, some cash I gotta hold At the bottom of my shoe is a little bitty hole That’s it, my mental sanity I can’t hold I’m walkin’ to the store with this pistol that I hold… Verse 2 Yeah….yeah….. Half of me is sayin’ maintain and uphold Suddenly I bump into some asshole He’s cursin’ me out, but this pistol that I hold Took control, and in his head I put a hole Ahhh man, now I’m lookin’ around the whole Area, the gun is still hot that I hold I’m buggin’ out, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold I feel myself sinkin’ deeper in the hole So in my victim’s pants I rip a little hole And felt for the wallet, and took the whole Bill-fold, forty bucks is what I hold Suddenly I hear, "
Freeze! Police! Hold!" Verse 3 Yeah….mmmmm….. Come on! Yeah….wooh! Come on… In the penitentiary I see a whole Bunch of blacks and Hispanics that they hold In my cell I cry like hell, my head I hold One day somebody ax if my shoes they could hold I told this guy, "
Listen! My shoe’s got a hole But what’s up with that shiny sharp knife that you hold?" He lunged forth, the first thing that I thought of was to hold The arm with the knife so that he couldn’t put a hole In me, but then I put him in a chokehold Took the knife and in his neck I put a hole Suddenly all the C.
O’s come to me and it’s me they hold Beat my ass and I spend two weeks in the hole I’m ready to bug out, my sanity I can’t hold My needs and wants messed up my life on a whole. Damn. Just wasn’t satisfied with life. Yeah….uh! Yeah…. Check! The moral to the story is…your addiction to your needs and your wants is what causes problems in your life. Make sure you got whatcha need. Put at a safe distance all the things that you want. It’s wants that get you into trouble. This is the balance of life…the balance to life on a firstname.lastname@example.org
Intro Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes Cos I’m KRS and I’m on the mic, and Premier’s on The Breaks Verse 1 If you don’t know me by now I doubt you’ll ever know me I never won a Grammy, I won’t win a Tony But I’m not the only MC keepin’ it real When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "
Illlll!" Check the time as I rhyme, it’s 1995 Whenever I arrive the party gets liver Flow with the master rhymer, that’s to leave behind The video rapper, you know, the chart climber Clapper, down goes another rapper Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody Call up KRS, I’m guaranteed to rip a party Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head Word, what go around come around I figure Now we got white kids callin’ themselves niggas The tables turned as the crosses burned Remember You Must Learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space age rocket ship You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer Verse 2 This is what you waited all year for The hardcore, that’s what KRS is here for Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin’ ill If you see then ya saw I’m in your grill with mad skill MC’s can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines Let’s battle to see who headlines Instead of flow for flow let’s go show for show Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know Too many MC’s take that word ’emcee’ lightly They can’t Move a Crowd, not even slightly It might be the fact that they express wackness Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit Now tone it down a bit My title you will never get, I’m too intelligent I’ll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it It split quick from the lyric Direct hit, perfect fit, you can’t get with it Verse 3 Some MC’s don’t like the KRS but they must respect him Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum Slappin’ and selectin’ em, checkin’ em, disrespectin’ em Just deckin’ em, deckin’ em, deck-in’ em Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine? I design rhyme and get mine all the time MC’s standin’ on the sidelines, always dissin’ When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin’ I don’t burn, I don’t freeze, yet some MC’s Believe they could tangle with the likes of these Cross your t’s and dot your i’s whenever I arrive Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide You dope, you lied, I reside like artefacts On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified Comin’ around the mountain, you run and hide Hopin’ your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism As I spark mad iszm The 1996 lyrical style’s what I give ’email@example.com
Blastmaster Kris I don’t talk ish
Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip-hop’s atomic structure, I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we/usthey/them/you, every squad every massive every crew
Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
The style that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
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You will listen then find somethin missin of course… it’s skills
That’s what you’re fishin for, it’s lost
I’m gettin too explicit, the track jingles
I won’t do a wack album then remix it for my single
Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco
Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
Rappers be boo-tay
Goo-fy that’s how they crew stay
Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWWFrom the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there’s where my shit go
Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebodycheck, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah… so check, UH!
New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC’s trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I’ll snap your back as it cracksyou will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MCI remember, thinkin back to eighty-three
No video, no you had to be a real live MCNow you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you’re hugginweak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people’s another story
Act like you never saw me
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I’m in a different firstname.lastname@example.org
It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Her truth is not hard It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Gimme the truth!
Listen to the lyric as the negative is shrinkin
It’s shrinkin out your life when you decide to change your thinkin
One of the first things we gotta switch around of course
Is Jesus Christ, and him dying on the cross
You’re looking at the cross, surrounded in it’s mystery
With Jesus on the cross in a, total misery
Now seperate Jesus from the cross so you can see
The truth about the cross, and the cross’s history
The cross was created by the Roman government
It’s only purpose and use, is cap-i-tal punishment
But Jesus Christ, was all about the revolution
While the cross was used as Jesus Christ’s execution
See what if Jesus Christ, was hung upon a tree
Upon every church wall, that’s exactly what you’d see
If Jesus Christ, was shot in the head with no respect
We’d all have little gold guns around our neck
If Jesus Christ was killed in electic chair, now get it
You’d be knealing to the electric chair with Jesus, still in it
You gaze upon the cross, and you see the execution
You yell stop the violence but the cross you’re still using It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Her truth is not hard It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Gimme the truth!
So I say listen, listen, open up your third eye vision
God is not down with religion
Religion they be sellin it, listen up, God is intelligent
Reading of the bible is irrelevant
You gotta look within yourself, not a scripture
One comes to rearrange the God picture
If you sit and believe, you can acheive
If you sit and accept, you don’t know, what’s corrector incorrect, take for instance Adam and Eve
The first two people on the planet, or so you believe
Their first time in heaven kids they had, Cain and Abel
Huh, now let me show you why the story’s unstable
According to the story, according to what you believe
There was only Cain, Abel, Adam, and Eveon the whole planet, now use your intellectand tell me, what did Cain and Abel do for sex?
Upon the whole planet there was not another
Could it be for sex, heh, they were looking at each other?
Hold up! I thought the church wasn’t into that
But wait, still yet, there is another fact
How did the world get populated?
Now tell me if I’m wrong, but obviously Eve had it goin on
Think for a minute, I know it gets notorious
But yo G, check out the chorus It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Her truth is not hard It’s not natural If it goes against God It’s not factual Gimme the truth![
Yo bring that back
I wanna say something on this Blast
Yo this is Rich Nice
You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girlsand these nice girls like hoes[
True indeed, I’d like to welcome the rebirth of the Goddess
Word up it’s all about knowledge of self
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