Get Yourself Up Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Yeah 

(Yeah) 

Yeah 

(Yeah) 

Ah-ha 

(Ah-ha) 

Ah-ha 

(Ah-ha) 

Hardcore! 

Word 

Hardcore! 

[ *live excerpt* ] 

(You really think they're ready, black?) 

Let's break it all the way down 

All the way down 

Huh-huh 

Don't be fooled 

Don't be fooled 

Rap is something you do 

Hip-hop is something you live 

Rap is something you do 

Hip-hop is something you 

Rap is something you do 

Hip-hop 

You are not just doing hip-hop 

Yeah 

Let's get this started 

Word up 

[Chorus] 

You gotta, get, your - self, up! 

You been knocked down? 

Get yourself up! 

You been shot down? 

Get yourself up! 

You been locked down? 

Get yourself up! 

Get - your - self - up! 

Been knocked down? 

Get yourself up! 

Been shot down? 

Get yourself up! 

You been locked down? 

Get yourself up! 

What is a real hip-hop MC? 

Is it MTV, is it BET? 

Is it five m-i-see's 

So the people can see 

I mean, how you think you're free 

When you act like property? 

Tell me, how do you judge an MC when he's rockin 

I mean rockin it live, not pickin his cotton 

I mean adjustin his clothes, I mean how do you know 

Before you come to the show that you're not gettin heated 

That you're not gettin cheated 

That you ain't come to the club thinkin 'I must've been weeded!' 

(Word) 

You got to be a educated consumer 

Spend your money on MC's cause these rappers'll do ya 

Ass they want is your cash, ass, grass, gas in a flick 

When you ask for that autograph they ass-dash quick 

Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don't matter 

He pulls his gat while we bust off the gatler 

[Chorus] 

This is the "Sneak Attack" 

The "Edutainment" style returns like that 

Take it off your shelf 

Cause all we deal with is knowledge of self, health and wealth 

Not Stealth bombers, leather goose bombers 

Original hip-hop armor on cd-rom - eh 

You got to get with a 

21st century philosopher 

Representin the religion of hip-hop, sir 

Those that oppose are foes and will get rocked - eh 

Stopped, eh, I rise like a helicopter 

Like Zulu I'll Shaka, crowd 

With a beat that's loud 

Huh, I'm black and I'm proud - irrelevant 

I'm black and intelligent 

I teach my kids to watch the education they give em 

Cause it's really all about street wisdom 

[Chorus] 

True hip-hoppers don't bleed 

True hip-hoppers don't need 

True hip-hoppers don't speed 

No time for greed 

True hip-hoppers do read 

And will lead, not plead 

Will sow seeds that breed 

Ah-ha that's safer than weed, indeed 

True hip-hoppers don't slave 

True hip-hoppers don't crave 

Silver and gold, we're not amazed 

We live f-are-e-e 

If you not into lyrics you can't really hear it nor see me 

My philosophy keeps it plain and simple 

Here it is: the kingdom of hip-hop is within you 

Or is it the kingdom of hell that sends you? 

I'm ringin a bell within you 

You only seek in a cell, that's what sin do 

It tells you to put your craft on a menu, a chart 

So they can sell you and your art 

[Chorus]