Amsterdam

Yeah

QF

That's right

KRS

Boogie Down Productions

Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam

Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam

Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam

Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam

Man to man, I plan to jam for every fan

I'm taking a stand in Amsterdam

You tired of the scams? Let's rewrite the plans

In Africa, Australia, China and Japan

Meet me out in Amsterdam

With the secret meeting jams

Blessed you can see I am

I got my people, Victor and Kenneth

A menace like Dennis

But the possibilities with QF are endless

We so relentless

Pounding you, steadily astounding you

Don't believe? Look all around you in Amsterdam

Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam

Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam

Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam

Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam

Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam

Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam

Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam

Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam

KRS-One, I'm on the adventure

This that high class rap shit you can't enter

Walk with me, I still spit New York gritty

And I ain't forget the movement, it's y'all that look silly

Who ain't got the nine milli these days? Not really

Who ain't rode the Greyhound with a pound from Philly?

We done did that, spit that, gat went click-clack

We made it out the hood, now it's good we give back

Yo, I guess I chilled long enough

All this boring stuff from rappers, I'm calling they bluff

Showing up in the cypher, taking all they stuff

They not MCs, they hoping on a call from Puff

When the real shit show up, it's sort of like a hold up

Kid, you'll get flushed like toilet stuff

I don't care about your gun talk or the clips you dumping

I spent twenty dollars, you best spit me something

Video rapper, your whole clique be fronting

Y'all titter and tatter

I get the whole spot jumping in Amsterdam

Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam

Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam

Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam

Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam

Where you going, Kris? Amsterdam

Where the greens you be blowing, Kris? Amsterdam

Where them b-boys and them writers at? Amsterdam

Everybody where your lighters at in Amsterdam

I'm a true grit spitting MC to the core

I used to trust these DJs but not anymore

They just as caught up now as the rappers are

They want the chick with the crib with the gat in the car

They want the rocked up Rolex, the Cris' at the bar

But tell me, do you really know who you are?

Let me tell you this the return of the rawnessness

That lawlessness

Yo, the block is calling for Kris

In Amsterjam, do you know who I am?

When we turn on the music and pop this jam

In Amsterdam