[Intro]. I thought you were a nice girl. I was your Best friend. And i had to let you go one day. And that day came. . I never thought i would say this but it struck me like lightning.
Flogged and beaten body in blood to intimidate. In display, a man who thought he was god. Crucified blasphemy excoriated, mutilated. Alive but the pain he felt none but in his heart.
Well, well. Well, well. Well, well. Well, well. . Come along, to another dimension. Not at all an impossible mission. No competition, no more to wait.
[Funkmaster Flex]. . YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk. Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!. . (Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!. Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy.
And I came to life finally to do, what I supposed to to. What should be done for all. Sweep away the demon's breed with the fire burning eyes of mine.
Farewell to you, the master of wisdom.... The wisest man I've ever known. Was an honor to be learning from you. The strongest teacher of virtue. Farewell to you the elder, the decent.
Traitors and rapists, defilers of maids. Betrayed to the dead man's will. Desacreted our homeland with scorn. Once where we lived in peace. . Inferiority, disguised in supremacy.
One time, one time, one time. Styles kinda different but let's be specific. One time, one time, one time. Styles kinda different but let's be specific.
Now the cold war of inferiors begins. Fear that goes deeper increasingly. Begins to enfold our bodies. Hatred flowing from their devastating eyes. Spills to our face..
Things have been bad for a long time. but they'll be gettin' better soon. Cause soon you'll be out of my head. and I won't care. . Quiet riot grrrl. don't wanna see your face round here no more.
One time, one time, one time. Styles kinda different but let's be specific. One time, one time, one time. Styles kinda different but let's be specific.
Enraged... Without having a strength. Deranged with fury, my eyes are burning flames. Became more brave, I'll rip the heart of the enemy. Hate in my veins, I won't be your loner slave.
Intro:. Yo what's up?. This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One.. Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex. so I say....
Sight is not always related with seeing. Through the eyes of man. In time the soul wonders and searches the source. Beyond its shell. Like I searched mine....
House OF Pain - Jump Around. . Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin I came to win. Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up. Punk you'd better back up.
{Dr. Dre}. Yeah, yeah, whattup Northeast Bronx?. This ya nigga Dre, in here with my nigga, Funk Flex. America's hottest, what?. You know how he do his thang.
He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in this man. There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm.
Doubt falls away. Deep breath miles past the enemy. That blood will stain. No use to try to remedy. . That song he sang. "La, la, something 'bout a better day".
I'm kinda rusted, everyone's noticed. Salty and edgy, it's not my fault. I wear a costume to make up for broken. I wear a ribbon for the problems I've solved.
Oh, yeah, yeah. . I'm not feeling you. No matter what you do. No matter what you say. I'm leaving anyway. . You know how I'm living. Playa's never been my style.