("Bring it back  that old New York rap
 Bring it bring it back  that old New York rap")    repeats in background
 The only reality
 Is now...
 Yo!

 Verse One:

 I rock slow and easy like soul
 The New York flow  is strictly for the pro
 Hip hop! Ladies and gents
 So you can know  every word yo  of the sentence
 Hey la  like De La  I got Common Sense
 Save the compliments for after I commence
 to evidence of MC's, rockin under false pretense
 Yes they get burned like incense
 Myrrh and frankencense, you know the consequence
 When you rock with KRS and don't make sense
 Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease
 I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities
 Agility's my credibility
 Oratorical artillery in all facilities
 It Takes a Village like Hillary
 when killin me, KRS has wide range capabilities
 On the microphone, in the combat zone
 MC's get eaten like the ozone layer
 Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher
 But if I wanted your girl
 You'd be Living Single like Latifah
 Action Uptown like Monifah
 I hit like a beeper, and hot like the bunny on Easter
 Lyrically let me freak ya
 With moves like Scoob and Scrap
 Rock Stready, Stretch, Al and Kiko
 I warm up any room like a heater
 Bringin a New Balance to the speaker like a sneaker
 Still a teacher, prove it, like medicine squared
 This Garden of Eden, keeps the party movin

 ("Bring it back, that old New York rap
 Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X

 Verse Two:

 I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture
 I don't eat off old material like a vulture
 Repeatin myself for wealth is bad for my health
 Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric
 From my inner spirit, then I share it with others
 As they hear me, enhancin
 East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters
 Sons and daughters transcended all borders
 I deal with mind expansion
 Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and romancin
 It's your life that you be chancin
 Not that I wanna sound gloomy
 But I don't rhyme about Judy Judy, cutie and shake your booty
 When you gonna grow up and be GOD?
 Instead of making a rap a full time job
 Yeah, it's a job and not an art
 They only rhyme to get money;
 cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts
 Rhymes, and cuts
 Tight minds and not tight butts
 Reach your goal, like a puck
 I wish you good skill and not good luck
 Cause only skills put you up out the gutter so I utter

 ("Bring it back, that old New York rap
 Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X

 Verse Three:

 That old New York flow means wrote for fun
 And if the money come, THEN THE MONEY COME
 But today and everyday, KRS speaks the truth
 We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth
 usin rap, to put clothes on they back
 No culture, or disciplined, way to act
 But soon yo, we'll take care of alla that
 We're huntin fi de power help supress people tracks
 That keep the culture intact, and soon you will see
 In the black community, black unity
 Not black nudity, after black puberty
 For every crew to see, to breakin down the black community
 The only one to blame is you and me
 For not takin responsiblity for our artillery
 Verbally, you heard of me, Knowledge Reigns Supreme
 Over Nubians Everywhere, I kick it cause I care
 The end isn't near, it's way over there
 BLAOW! The only reality is now
 But when I say bring back the old flava
 That means bring back the ORIGINAL MC behavior

 ("Bring it back, that old New York rap
 Bring it bring back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X

 Verse Four:

 Now I got to show you how the BX rocks
 MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks
 Body body rock body body rock
 I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah
 Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down
 Who the hell is, pagin me at 5 o'clock in the mornin
 Where you gonna be, because...
 Fresh is the word, many money missin many
 Jenifa, oh Jenny
 We make up all these rhymes inside our head!
 Yo, let's connect politic ditto