Take You There
This is so unfair
Why you wanna take me there?
Damn!
Ah, ha ha ha!
If you dare
Then let me take you there
All of UK
All of Europe
Africa, rise up!
Australia, Asia
South America, North America
Let's go!
Ah, ha ha ha!
If you dare
Then let me take you there
Shoutout to ?Maygod?
Bahamas, Canada, let's rock!
[Verse]
Back in the cut
Cup filled up
This for them Gs
That's what's up
One to the face, two to the gut
Come around my way, you get stuck
I don't really know what you motherfuckers think
KRS-One wears black, not pink
Klack, klack, klack
Leave your head in the sink
Then I'ma go back and pour me a drink
I really want to get to my conscious rap
Like Benjamin Banneker with the Almanac
But up in Colorado where them farmers at
They're saying "KRS, bring the drama back!"
So here goes another one, switch to another gun
Another brother done, back to the gutter, son
Uh-oh, uh-oh, Shan's on the phone
Too late for talking, should've left me alone
I was in meditation, peace in the home
Now these motherfuckers got me reaching for the chrome
Calling me out like he's my equal
Like I ain't already beat and defeat you
Allow me to teach you
My speech is lethal
I ain't like these other rappers
You know how we do
Call my name and it's on
I know alot of you rappers really want to diss me in a song
But that would be wrong and the end of your shit
Telekinesis, I'm bending your shit
Cracking you up like a lobster ?fence?
KRS-One be where the mobsters rest
I'm the best
Top one is Kris
Top 5? Fuck that!
I wrote the list
Let's go, Let's go!
Ah, ha ha ha!
If you dare
Then let me take you there
Bo, bo, bo, bo!
I stay large, not mini
Baggy, not skinny
Illy, not big willy
For really, I'm not silly
The challis and the filly
I'm hot, not chilly
The first one in rap with the 9 milli
I rhyme gritty
No, I'm not pretty
This that trap, straight in the city
Man, I wrote the list
Very few as dope as this
KRS-One is known for this
Vocalist
With rhymes in a gray bag
I'm the one that fathered your style
Go ahead and say "Dad"
I'm not average, I'm hungry
I stay mad
I spit like an Uzi with eight mags
I rhyme break beats
Wear them out like brake pads
You rappers talk about things you ain't had
Like Jags, this is what the streets lacking
MCing with a passion
I be flowing like a sea captain
I'm the captain of bap to that
After you rap you see laughing
I keep the beat blasting, street fashion
Original MCing is like speaking Latin
These dudes be after the fact
If the truth be told, right now y'all wack
Everybody knows that's true
When I say "wack ass rappers", I'm talking to you
Ooooh
How you the greatest? You ain't even made this
We're the realest, that means you the fakest
You don't see me alot
Because I be off the coast of Tahiti with my feet on a yacht
Chill!
I mastered my craft, I'm blasting
I'm not Furious or 5, I ai'nt Flashing
Hard beats and rhymes, that's my passion
We invented this shit, that's why I'm laughing
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's go!
Ah, ha ha ha!
If you dare
Then let me take you there
Boogie Down Productions
Fresh for 2016, you suckers!
Ah, ha ha ha!
If you dare
Then let me take you there
Y'all ai'nt expect this
Hit them from all sides
We're taking the culture back, y'all
Let's go
Big up to Everest Studios on this
?Sambigle? Temple, France
Stand up!