Take You There

This is so unfair

Why you wanna take me there?

Damn!

Ah, ha ha ha!

If you dare

Then let me take you there

All of UK

All of Europe

Africa, rise up!

Australia, Asia

South America, North America

Let's go!

Ah, ha ha ha!

If you dare

Then let me take you there

Shoutout to ?Maygod?

Bahamas, Canada, let's rock!

[Verse]

Back in the cut

Cup filled up

This for them Gs

That's what's up

One to the face, two to the gut

Come around my way, you get stuck

I don't really know what you motherfuckers think

KRS-One wears black, not pink

Klack, klack, klack

Leave your head in the sink

Then I'ma go back and pour me a drink

I really want to get to my conscious rap

Like Benjamin Banneker with the Almanac

But up in Colorado where them farmers at

They're saying "KRS, bring the drama back!"

So here goes another one, switch to another gun

Another brother done, back to the gutter, son

Uh-oh, uh-oh, Shan's on the phone

Too late for talking, should've left me alone

I was in meditation, peace in the home

Now these motherfuckers got me reaching for the chrome

Calling me out like he's my equal

Like I ain't already beat and defeat you

Allow me to teach you

My speech is lethal

I ain't like these other rappers

You know how we do

Call my name and it's on

I know alot of you rappers really want to diss me in a song

But that would be wrong and the end of your shit

Telekinesis, I'm bending your shit

Cracking you up like a lobster ?fence?

KRS-One be where the mobsters rest

I'm the best

Top one is Kris

Top 5? Fuck that!

I wrote the list

Let's go, Let's go!

Ah, ha ha ha!

If you dare

Then let me take you there

Bo, bo, bo, bo!

I stay large, not mini

Baggy, not skinny

Illy, not big willy

For really, I'm not silly

The challis and the filly

I'm hot, not chilly

The first one in rap with the 9 milli

I rhyme gritty

No, I'm not pretty

This that trap, straight in the city

Man, I wrote the list

Very few as dope as this

KRS-One is known for this

Vocalist

With rhymes in a gray bag

I'm the one that fathered your style

Go ahead and say "Dad"

I'm not average, I'm hungry

I stay mad

I spit like an Uzi with eight mags

I rhyme break beats

Wear them out like brake pads

You rappers talk about things you ain't had

Like Jags, this is what the streets lacking

MCing with a passion

I be flowing like a sea captain

I'm the captain of bap to that

After you rap you see laughing

I keep the beat blasting, street fashion

Original MCing is like speaking Latin

These dudes be after the fact

If the truth be told, right now y'all wack

Everybody knows that's true

When I say "wack ass rappers", I'm talking to you

Ooooh

How you the greatest? You ain't even made this

We're the realest, that means you the fakest

You don't see me alot

Because I be off the coast of Tahiti with my feet on a yacht

Chill!

I mastered my craft, I'm blasting

I'm not Furious or 5, I ai'nt Flashing

Hard beats and rhymes, that's my passion

We invented this shit, that's why I'm laughing

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Let's go!

Ah, ha ha ha!

If you dare

Then let me take you there

Boogie Down Productions

Fresh for 2016, you suckers!

Ah, ha ha ha!

If you dare

Then let me take you there

Y'all ai'nt expect this

Hit them from all sides

We're taking the culture back, y'all

Let's go

Big up to Everest Studios on this

?Sambigle? Temple, France

Stand up!