One Krs Step Into A World Lyrics

Step Into A World Lyrics

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka!)
Where there's no one left
(Buku, buku!  Alla de massive!)
But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew,
bo bo bo bo!)
No MC can test *cut and scratch of KRS saying "but
one"*
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and
DJ's
Build up their skills as they play every day
For the,
rapture

Yeah, what what!
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock
on!
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!

Verse
One:

I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold
rockin
Givin options for head knockin non stoppin
Tip-toppin lyrics we
droppin but styles can be forgotten
so we bring back the raw
hip-hoppin
Just like the records and tapes you be coppin
Cop some
breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin
Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you
clockin
We only get better and only better we have gotten
This type of
flow don't even think about stoppin
Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can
be shockin
All music lovers in the place right now
That never understood
the way that KRS got down
Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical
coastin
Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
If a dope lyrical
flow is a must
You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust
I'm not
sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied
I'm number one, two, three, four
and five
Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes
and pretty packages
pushin dreams to the beams
A dope MC is a dope MC
With or witout a record
deal, all can see
And that's who KRS be son
I'm not the run of mill, cause
for the mill I don't run

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock
on!
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock
on!

Chorus

Verse Two:

Yeah, yeah
Everybody on the mic
in the party sound alike
until I recite, in black and white what's
right
Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD
TIGHT AN GOOD, come
is it TIGHT AN GOOD
Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap
All in
yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat
Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of
flashback
I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap
No past rappin, youth
trackin, talent lackin
MC's more worried about their financial
backin
Steady packin a gat as if something's gonna happen
But it doesn't,
they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin
I appear everywhere and nowhere
at once
I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front
It's the
God of rap, you heard of it
The one that rhymes toward the sky givin
airplanes mad turbulence
In rap tournaments, I reign permanent
Don't you
think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it
The course of rap
I'm turnin it
Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by
earning it
No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus
Skills if you
notice my position is lotus
Now quote this, MC's are just
hopeless
Thinkin record sales make them the dopest

Yes yes y'all, ya
don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock
on!

Chorus