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
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