| Where shall we land, there?
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| Which city shall we destroy today?
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| This one, or that one? |
| This one?
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| Take a look a look around, we last forever
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| We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather
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| We rock the center, the only point that’s in the circle
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| We free MC’s, what we decree will not desert you
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| We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin
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| We calculate against the continued cries of our children
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| They may be cryin now but they won’t be cryin later
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| We love hip-hop, because WE are it’s creators
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| So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes
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| Create instrumentals, write hooks and rock masses
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| NONE passes, without studyin this flow
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| It’s all good as long as you know Kris know!
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| While I deal with I, Jah talk to I
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| When I dem go alike, only de one comply
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| Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I
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| If you don’t unify your children them a gon' cry
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| I stand with the rejected, the unsuspected, the unconnected
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| The neglected the one you, never suspected
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| It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back
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| Sayin that’s my sound, and that’s my sound
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| And that’s my track, and that’s my rap
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| And that’s some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin it back
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| I’m actually, I’m everywhere at every time
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| Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind
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| KRS is my representative on Earth
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| Challenge him not, he’s been hip-hop since birth
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| His main objective, is to put hip-hop in perspective
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| Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities
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| Inna style dem a, yo alla dem a cry
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| Dey worship slackness and to be under sky
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| We lead dem to de water but we cyan’t make dem drink
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| Pussy to take a sip, cause it gon' make you t’ink
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| We don’t usually shit, yo alla dem a sing
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| Wisdom wort more den any diamond and gold
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| People use it and find it like de Dead Sea Scrolls
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| Take dem Lion, take 'em, take it over!
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| Cause of dem outer, dem outer, dem outer inter outer inter
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| Outer inter outer inter out of control
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| Dey neva find wisdom til dem dead ohhh
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| Mad Lion make de roll
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| KRS make up a sea and bulge ya
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| Of the story of never been told-a
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| Cause we outer, outer, inter outer outer ese
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| Out of control, out of control
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| I’m so serious ay (what?)
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| We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again)
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| Some people diss dem hell’s in this world
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| But dey’ll come around one day
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| Yo, yo, only Beezlebub think my voice is aggravatin
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| Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin
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| The mind’s debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan?
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| But the tree is only known by it’s fruit, what am I creating?
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| What am I stating? |
| Have I stood the test of time?
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| Or am I fading, or has God blessed my rhyme?
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| Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten
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| The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better day daily |