South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel.. street gospel

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my people at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] C'mon let's bring it back

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS-One]

Raw rhymes for raw times

My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine

And when it's tour time, we open more minds

You need to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"

I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is

Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where 2Pac is

Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is

Oh yes -- I know where the top is

But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is

My synopsis ain't pretty

I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I were you

Do what you gotta do

But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou .. Diallo

Here's what we gotta do, follow

I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow

Those that already filled, STILL take swallows

Goin over potholes with Tahoes

You don't think +I+ know?  Huh!  I'm lookin at you right now

You ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down

You in the crib, on the low

You got them headsets on the go

You just saw me at the show - oh you don't know?

It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole DIFFERENT flow

Yo where them hoes at?  I don't know

But wherever God at, I'mma go

I give 'em a hard rap AND a flow

That's why when they call back for the show, with no video

We get up and go!

[Hook: repeat 2X]

[KRS] Yo where it started at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my people at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] C'mon let's bring it back

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS-One]

Peep it out while I tell ya like this

In every single hood in the WORLD I'm called Kris

It's the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya

My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers

The underground sound, this is not easily found

You don't need no rings to be down

This is, past the platinum and gold

We already had 'em, it's old

Here's the truth if it be told, gather 'round

Philosopher style is known to be wild

If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin your child?

You got to be thinkin you KNOW that you shrinkin

When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln

Change the dial!  I was free then and I'm free now

You free, runnin to MTV?  I don't see how!

You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they cake

You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make

You know the radio's late, you know they play what you hate

That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape

You know the love of the cars and the rims

Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called sins

You know you got to pay for these spins

You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end

BO!

[Hook]

[KRS-One]

I never was a king and I'm not the Pres

I'm a teacher like that reefer goin straight to your head

I'm a preacher tryin to bring my people back from the dead

I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away from the feds

You my sister I'll be tryin to get you OUT of the bed

I'm a philospher sayin what has GOT to be said

I don't FILL you with lead, I bring that KNOWLEDGE instead

FOLLOW this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I?  Just a scholar called K-R-S

You can spend your money on others but THEY AIN'T BLESSED

You can spend your money drugs and STILL BE STRESSED

Look around for conscious rappers yo there AIN'T NONE LEFT

I'm holdin it down; better yet I'm holdin up

Waitin for some young buck to come and sip from the cup

And continue with the menu puttin new knowledge in you

I got a question and a lesson cause I KNOW what you been through

But..

[Hook] - 1/2

{*no beat*}

[KRS] Yo where it started at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my people at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?

[all] South South, Bronx!

[KRS] C'mon let's bring it back!!

The South South Bronx, boyeee..