Where U At

[Intro: KRS-One] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up [Verse 1: Mother Superia] 1986, the first time I heard KRS-One in the mix Nine years later, check the arithmetic Now the Rotten Apple meets the Rock Bottom, who'd have thought? Nine years of dues finally paying off Get caught by surprise, yep, I seen you dead up in your eye Now what you signify couldn't drop You open up the bird in the bush No time to pussy foot, niggas getting squished Damn rookies, can't compare to the connoisseur Sounding shitty like manure, best become a viewer of the sport Nothing but a mere spectator, I'm the slayer Battle just like a gladiator, bring your paper [Chorus: KRS-One & Mother Superia] Where you at? Where you at? Miami's on the map I bet you didn't know that we could flow like that But where you at? Where you at? Miami's on the map I bet you didn't know that we could flow like that [Verse 2: Mother Superia] Not your everyday average, stayin' on point like my gat When I bring the havoc, you best triple bag it Heavyweight, so when I move, the earth shakes Evacuate, nigga should have had their V8 (Pick it up, pick it up) I terminate like X, niggas not ready for this flow just yet Better grab your hook doing phonics and sets Part time sucker, full time fraud I'm telling you God you gots to bring your whole squad That's a start, but it ain't a photo finish, I diminish Leave the scene without a blemish, where's my spinach? Yo, when we rollin', the leaf spells relief Straight from south east, 'cause your chief never brief 'Cause my division hits with accurate precision Just like Moms, he ride the rhythm, forgive him Father, for they don't know the steelo Of the pro coming through straight from [?] [Break: KRS-One] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up [Verse 3: Mother Superia] Years of waiting, years of watching all the wack crews elevatin' Years of dealin' with the snake niggas that be fakin' (Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up) So many struggles, now I'm smack dab in the hustle Packin' jams like Russell Simmons Give me big turkey and all the trimmings Strictly five-fifty, never see me dressin' in it [?] strictly Rock Bottom of the crowd [?] check Miami's finest gettin' down for the crown And present a small fragment of the pit But every little bit is like a hundred percent So I give it to you slow, let your cup overflow Another TKO, heavy like Riddick Bowe Now you freezin', but I'm not leaving 'Til everything is [?], your underestimation got me steamin' I'm fiending to set the record straight (Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up) Miami got more than booty shakin' [Chorus: KRS-One & Mother Superia] Yeah, so where you at? Where you at? Miami's on the map Niggas didn't know that we could flow like that But where you at? Where you at? Miami's on the map Sisters didn't know that we could flow like that [Outro: KRS-One & Mother Superia] Yeah, yeah 1995, what? What? '95, '96, uh Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up