Bling Blung

[Intro]

Bling Blung

KRS-One

Yeah, Word Up

Yeah

Yo

[Hook]

Bling blung, bling blung, First you see the bling

Then you feel the blung

This is the way that the world is run

Can't you tell

Bling blung rock the bells

[KRS-One: Verse 1]

Move along, move along, along, this is a newa song

KRS-One the supa strong

Move along before you lose your tongue

Before you lose ya lung

Be sure MCs get done

Detour or move along

We teach the young

How many young men hung so we could sing a song?

You need to move along, along, along

The string of injustice stung those that bling cause now they blung

Materialism stings and now they stung

You need to move along

Life is like ding, dong, ying, yang, bing, bang, ping, pong, or ping, pong

Any lyrical battle we won

Yes, this a master flow, this how life go on

First you got it then your gone

So don't get stung

Cause after the bling it's blung

No material thing stays with you long

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Move along, along, we can't get stung

We the one, my melanin stuns right up in the sun

I go and I come, don't mind me son

I'm just a teacher, them cats should't try me son

I'm that lively one

I roll with them grimey ones

At the Temple (of Hip Hop) you can find me son

What I bring and sing reflects what I brung

I be rolling, aling off the tongue

You can check them other ones

Maybe them younger ones

But I be that I witness just like Connie Chung

Some burn the paper

Some burn the bong

I'm burning rappers, I think you need to move along!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Move along you little singers

Never linger round a rhyme bringer

These rap blingers

I break you off a middle finger

Bell ringa, in your mind a dong dinga

Yo, that's what's wrong with these singas

When they sing all they bring is bling

THEY DUMMIES

But after the bling aling, aling is blung

Post bling is blung

A new ting son

I'm rockin these bells like ding dong

As you can see I got no rings on

Cause it got nothing to with what springs song

So ding dong

Open the door to freedom

Any of my books you should read dum and be strong

Or else you need to move along, along, along

Your lyrics are cow dung

There use to be a TV talent show with a gong

And when the gong gonged you were gone

Yes I am the lyrical Don

Beats for art um

But I am unattched to all of thum

The message of the song is bling blung

Don't get caught up in watcha bought up

Be Strong

[Hook]