The Beginning

Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels

Check, check, check, check

Okay, word, we got the sound

Let me know when the break's coming in

Nah, there's no break I'm just gonna go straight through

Aight, kick that shit

Ha, Heaven-sent I can prove this

Any crowd, turn me up loud, KR will move this

Long before Easy-E, this MC, he was ruthless

Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, freestyle, I do's this

Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I'm the one and only

I turn you two into a toll, tell you, you owe me

You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie

I'm KRS-One, my power is now, acting holy

These rappers are phony and lonely

I catch 'em coming out of show me's

I don't Oscar or admire they baloney

No phony, I spit for the time from the mind

So when I spit off the head of course I'm ahead of my time

Yes, I'm better with rhyme and it's evident I'm

The lyrically benevolent kind, this you never gonna find

I'm spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job

Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse, they soft

That's when they get robbed and disappointed

They not anointed, get 'em set up like an appointment

I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire

Spit the truth no liar, Heaven-sent this is higher

The might cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion

This song becomes a knockout with the right hook

I'm raw, meaning not cooked

These fake rappers heads are down

'Cause in the face of KRS they do not look

.40 cal' style, ram-pam-pam like big drums

When I heat up the cup, the 420 it's done

Light up the Cheech with the Chong, I teach when I come

Knowledge reign is supreme, what these rappers is speaking is dumb

It's a treat when I come, I'm not what you used to

I'm the return of Khufu, all over these tracks like choo-choo

I'm the guru, so when my teaching premiers it's Gang Starr

Hitting you and your man in the same car

These wack rappers, fuck who they are

KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' em all with the same bars

Hooligans, hittin' 'em with the same bars

Yo' wack style just ain't ours, Venus to Mars

I'm teaching with bars, spitting these bars

But youngins under twenty-one can't even get into these bars

So I don't blame 'em if they not seeing these bars

'Cause when I hit 'em with my universe all they seeing is stars

Speaking of bars when I spit one

You can see it's all about impact over and income

The big one, multi-directional and exceptional

Ten of my first twenty albums are all collectables

You feel the heat when I'm next to you, truly legendary

Underground, undetectable and revolutionary

Most of what's going on today, you know we knew already

I try to teach our people 'bout poverty, it took to many and shook to many

It shook too manu, we can see what a curse is

So I reemerge and showthese youngins who the first is

The minister, frying rap chickens like Churches

And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses

IV-bags, your family picking out hearses

It's like you at the Barclay Center, you won't survive these verses

Sprite means spirit so I obey what my thirst is

The whole planet, so-called Earth is what my turf is, KRS-One

Hold up, hold up, yo, I got this

Yo, this about to be fire

Levels is on point

You sound good out here

Let's get this project started