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