It Appears

[Intro]

Is this thing on?

It's on?

Let me know when you want me to stop

[Verse 1]

Rifle in the left hand, gospel in the other

Sisters in the front seat, I'm back with my brothers

I can go farther if I'm guided by the mother

Whatever level rappers on, KRS is on another

This that raw Emceein' you don't want none of

Blastmaster KRS-One-uh

Original boom bap beats with just the drummer

Seems like people nowadays is getting dumber

They don't see they're getting older, not younger

So I split the Stevie and make them all wonder

I come with than Donna Donna every summer

They want the high ground, me? I want the under

Rhyme books, rap hooks, I got a ton of them

But here's just one more of them

Now you're about to hear the style of someone who has mastered this

Now it's time to show you what boom-boom-boom-boom-boom bappin' is

This that '86, but from Gecko, we coming back again

Showing you the difference between what MC'ing and rap again

Many have attempted and wrecked it, this very style I spit

Peace to them but you are now hearing the very off the tech

When it comes to music, good music, I'm all on top of it

Criminal Minded, you can find it with Scott LaRock and it

This mix drive, you have to get

You must have forgot what real Hiphop can get

I haven't stole a topic yet, or a beat

I don't get cash every week, I get cash when I speak

I throw it out anywhere, like trash in a street

I spaz on these beats, see the passionate heat

Entrepreneur, I'm not asking to eat

I'm off to Geneva, I'll be back in a week

[Hook]

All through the years, in the end ?

[Verse 2]

Me stopping with hip-hop

That's like MJ no longer being regarded as the king of pop

You're thinking of the commercial flop could make me stop

20 years in this game, I ain't aiming for the top

I stay up in that underground cozy spot

That in-cognito nobody knows me spot

Most MC's rhyme but don't know their plot

Maxing out their credit 'til their bank closes shut

You went from holding jewels to holding a mop

From talking about, "Don't snitch," now you roll with a cop

It's like you erased your mind and forgot

What the founding fathers truly saw posses ? with Hiphop

We're screaming back to the ? knowledge, culture, and overstanding

While beats are slamming and the people are jamming

Sick of all these talentless hustlers scamming creating mental famine

Don't you think it's time we re-examine?

Let them know what the truth and the facts is

That the game nowadays is manipulated by masonist blue-collared fascists

Marketing schemes is controlling the scene

Fiends for the green, I'm just a man trapped in a machine

[Hook x2]