High School Rock

(KRS-One)

Wake up your mind black people, it's ill

Superior people use superior skill

We can defeat any congressional bill at will

The hip-hop nation will fulfill all prophecy in society with inner city philosophy

The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt

Executed properly

I begin to shout out, splat out approximately

Three single syllable words per second

Like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it

Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it

Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme

At the end of time, I'll be in my prime

Re-designin', rhymin'

Like an oratorical Shaman

I look still but I'm climbin

Newsflash here's the latest findin

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart

Hip-hop displays art

The highest level of mental expression, play your part

Hook:

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)

Everybody knows

(KRS-One)

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large

With their two car garage dressing like El DeBarge

It's played out, fadin out, over

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!

I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator

Posin' like a neighbour stealin all ya flavor

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin

Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin

With the stench of a snitch with information, leakin

Linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin

But I'm already in 1999

Feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time

Negativity will be wiped out by paint after turpentine

I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity

Positivity, productivity, sensibility

To a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility

Oh silly me, you killin me I begin to see your stupidity

I rock way hard you can't get wit me

Or go wit me or flow wit me

Frankly, this is grown people poetry

Forget your little off-the-head rhyme

It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time

Forget tryin to get mine

I went from the park with my arc in the dark

A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart

Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way

If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today

Run away, run away, run away....little boy

Like the TAT crew I terrorize all toys

Noise is what I hear

When you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere

The blast master's here!

Hook (x2)

(KRS-One)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended

I see my schedule it's open-ended

I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner

What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amateur Night winner?

Now the teacher you reach for

Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper

You'll get ran like sneaker

No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style

That keeps the party floatin like a fetus, meanwhile

You hold your head, you can't belive this godchild

Presented recommend ya and because you're not fertile

Or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}

Your reflex's slow like a turtle

Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals

Without rehearsal, my dispersal is the worst

A verse, I burst Swa

Into a million children

In Tiananmen buildings

Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling

Enough of this rhetoric let's start building