Yeah I have a magical mind, a magical body Ancient meta physician, you better ax somebody With one handshake, I can tell if your plan's fake I am to
buried I was there '73, Cedar Park I was there One-twenty-three park I was there You ain't tellin' me the history 'cause I was there, I was there And
. I'm rocking beats and with death defying feats and I'm never sneaking always peeping when I'm speaking inside I'm keeping a statement for police and I
a bitch you're a Goddess Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD Wack MC's have only one style gun buck
can fake it () Time that I state it I can create it I create it No one can make it For me, I ain't askin I ain't beggin I ain't pleadin In a positive
you saw Krs-one stompin' once more I play by ear, I love to steer The alfa romeo from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride 'Cause I'm not stupid, I
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second I want to add authenticity to your tape, so when it
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second I want to add authenticity to your tape So when it
When I kick back, most of what I'm hearin' be weak So I speak through beats and the streets as I teach I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I
Now we've got to chill We've got to chill We can't have no gunfire because hip-hop can't build Let's leave all the shootin' and the violence outside I
the Temple of Hip-Hop By filling out the attached registration form and questionnaire Located on the album's pull-out panel And here now, another KRS
day, I hear lie after lie Like, "Black people don't die, we multiply" So, when I kick a rhyme, I represent how I feel The sacred street art of keepin' it real Why I
But am I over ya head? Am I over ya head? But am I over ya head? Yo am I over ya head? But am I over ya head? Am I over ya head? Well am I over ya head
two On one you will be asleep, one I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up I'm a blunt gettin'
black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So I must, rock, the mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African, the European,
I could stay leaded I?m leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin' like the prosthetic More artificial by cripple, rap is like your pistol Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death, I
guessin') KRS and I'm on the mic This is just one style KRS and I'm on the mic Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody KRS and I'm on the mic
knocking] [KRS-One:] Come in [door opens] sit down Yeah... I have a magical mind, a magical body Ancient metaphysician, you better AX somebody With one
