The Beginning

Yo, check your mic, let's check these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word
We got the sound, let me know when the break is coming in
Nah, there's no break, I am just going straight through
A'ight, kick that shit

Uh, Heaven-sent, I can prove this
Any crowd, turn me up loud, KR will move this
Long before Eazy-E, this MC, he was ruthless
Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, written rhyme, freestyle, I dos this
Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I am the one and only
I turn your tool into a toll, tell you, you owe me
You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie
I'm KRS-One, my power is now, Eckhart Tolle

These rappers are bony and lonely, I catch 'em coming out of Shoney's
I don't Oscar or admire they baloney
No phony, I spit for the time from the mind
So when I spit off the head, of course, I am ahead of my time
Yes, I'm better with rhyme and it's evident I'm
The lyrically benevolent kind, this you'll never gon' find
I'm spitting plenty medleys, this is work, not a job
Rappers are crying like a boss in reverse, they soft

That's when they get robbed and disappointed
They not anointed, get 'em set up like an appointment
I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire
Spit the truth, no liar, heaven-sent, this is higher
The mic cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion
This song becomes a knockout with the right hook

I'm raw, meaning not cooked, these fake rappers heads are down
'Cause into the face of KRS, they do not look
40 Cal style, ram-pam-pam like big drums
When I heat up the cup to 420, it's done
Light up the Cheech with the Chong, I teach when I come
Knowledge Reigning Supreme, what these rappers speaking is dumb
It's a treat when I come, I'm not what you used to
I'm the return of Khufu all over these tracks, like, "Choo-choo"
I am the Guru, so when my teaching premiers, it's gang star
Hitting you and your man in the same car

These wack rappers, fuck who they are
KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' 'em all with the same bars
Hooligans, hittin' 'em with the same bars
Your wack style just ain't ours, Venus to Mars
I'm teaching with bars, spitting these bars
But youngins under 21 can't even get into these bars
So, I don't blame 'em if they not seeing these bars
'Cause when I hit 'em with my universe, all they seeing is stars

Speaking of bars, when I spit one
You can see it's all about impact over an income
The big one, multi-directional and exceptional
Ten of my first 20 albums are all collectibles
You feel the heat when I'm next to you, truly legendary
Underground, undetectable and revolutionary
Most of what's going on today, you know we knew already
I tried to teach our people, but poverty, it took too many

It shook too many, we can see what a curse is
So I re-emerge, show these youngins who the first is
The minister, frying rap chickens like Church's
And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses
IV bags, your family picking out hearses
It's like you at the Barclays Center, you won't survive these verses
Sprite means spirit, so I obey what my thirst is
The whole planet, so-called Earth is what my turf is
KRS-One

Hold up, hold up, yo, I got this
Yo, this shit about to be fire
Levels is on point
You sound good out here
Let's get this project started