[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