Duty

[Chorus]

Duty is called, I'm leaving you once more

I will be back, right back when I'm off from the tour

The tour is your

Duty is called for the raw and the raw one is me

It's me you see

All of them told me "Kris you're to old b"

When they step to the mic

None of them could hold me

[Verse 1]

Rhymes never running out, you know what KRS about

I'm all up in the game like Jordan when his tounge is out

The streets is mine these youngins busting is buggin out

You don't see no stars when the sun is out I'm coming out

Who you think the sun round here?

All that soft thug pop shit know but don't get done round here

I'm only making my uniqueness kris-style clear

So your head, I don't have to put a missile there

I do preach peace tho, I am hip hop

But when the Glock pops your brain goes into a dropbox

I keep the crowd jumping like hopscotch in the party

I'm the dopest emcee and im dressed like anybody

I show up, wanna fight, unshaven naughty

Battle a platinum rapper and take his Bugatti

Sell it in the hood, provide for everybody

Next week another rapper giving up a Ferrari

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

What they call dope today is wack, I'm sorry

I'm raw, sushi style I spit the wasabi

I'm at the corner store, gas station shopping

Go "where these other rappers really be at I don't know"

But everywhere our crews at people want the boom bap

Boom bap and we ain't taking nothing from no new cats

But KRS-One I come from where your shoes at

Where your soul at, this that real street new jack

Who's that, the masta with the blasta

I dont write song for cash, I write songs that last

They call me the teache cuz I'm from a different class

I preserve hip hop

These the the two kings, these are the greatest

These youngers claiming king and ain't even made this

When the true king touchdown you know it

No talk, no hype, just skills and we show it

[Chorus]