Step into a worldWhere there's no one leftBut the very bestNo MC can testStep into a worldwhere hip-hop is meWhere MC's andDJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every dayFor the, raptureYeah, what whatYes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onYes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onI'm 'bout to hit you wit that traditional style of cold rockin'Givin' options for head knockin' non stoppin'Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgottenSo 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 gottenThis 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 nowThat never understood the way thatKRS got downYo, I'm strictly about skills and **** lyrical coastin'Relying on talent,Not marketing and promotionIf a **** lyrical flow is a mustYou gots to go with a name you can quickly trustI'm not sayin'I'm number one, uhhI'm sorry I lieI liedI'm number one, two, three, four and fiveStop wastin' your money on marketing schemesAnd pretty packages pushin' dreams to the beamsA **** MC is a ****MC With or without a record deal, all can seeAnd that's whoKRS be sonI'm not the run of mill, 'cause for the millI don't runYes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onYes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onStep into a worldWhere there's no one leftBut the very bestNo MC can testStep into a worldWhere hip-hop is meWhere MC's andDJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every dayFor the, raptureYeah, yeahEverybody on the mic in the party sound alikeUntil I recite, in black and white what's rightLet me take flight, my style is tight and goodTight and good, come is it tight and goodOld stylesI pass dat, slow down on fast rapAll in yo' ass crack, old king go blast datConjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashbackI publish like ascap lyrics for hand clapNo past rappin', youth trackin', talent lackin'MC's more worried about their financial backin'Steady packin' a gat as if something's gonna happenBut it doesn't, they wind up shootin' they cousin, they buggin'I appear everywhere and nowhere at onceI know my style is bumpin', even though some people frontIt's the God of rap, you heard of itThe one that rhymes toward the sky givin' airplanes mad turbulenceIn rap tournamentsI reign permanentDon't you think by now the number one spotI'm not concerned with itThe course of rapI'm turnin' itBack to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning itNo bogus hocus pocusI bring back to focusSkills if you notice my position is lotusNow quote thisMC's are just hopelessThinkin' record sales make them the ******Yes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onYes yes y'all, ya don't stopKRS-One, rock onStep into a worldWhere there's no one leftBut the very bestNo MC can testStep into a worldwhere hip-hop is meWhere MC's andDJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every dayFor the, rapture