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High School Rock Lyrics - Singles - Krs One

Wake up your mind black people it's ill 

Superior people use superior skill 

We can defeat any congressional bill at will 

The hip hop nation will prevail 

all problems in society with inner city philosophy 

The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me no doubt 

Executed properly 

I bigin to shout out splat out approximately 

three single syllable words per second 

like I am God you are God, we are God, forget it 

Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it 

Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind 

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme 

At the end of time, I'll be in my prime 

Read the sign, men, rhymin 

like an oratorical shymin 

I look still but I'm climbin 

Newsflash here's the latest findin 

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart 

Hip-hop displays art 

The highest level of mental expression, play your part 

 

Hook: 

 

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) 

Everybody knows 

 

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large 

with their two car garage just like El DeBarge 

It's played out, fadin out, over 

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! 

I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator 

Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour 

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin 

Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin 

with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin 

linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin 

But I'm already in 1999 

feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind 

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time 

Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine 

I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity 

positivity, purger of sensibility 

to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility 

O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity 

I rock way hard you can't get wit me 

or go wit me or float wit me 

Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry 

Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme 

It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time 

forget tryin ta get mine 

I went from the park with my arc in the dark 

A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart 

Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way 

If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today 

Run away, run away, run away....little boy 

Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys 

Noise is what I hear 

when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere 

The blast master's here! 

 

Hook (x2) 

 

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended 

I see my schedule it's open-ended 

I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner 

What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? 

Now the teacher you retrudge 

Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper 

You'll get railed like the sleeper 

No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style 

that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile 

you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild 

This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile 

or fertile {pronounced "fertil"} 

Your reflex's slow like a turtle 

Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals 

Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst 

I verse, I burst sua 

Into a million children 

in Tiananmen buildings 

Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling 

Enough of this reteric let's start building 

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