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!