Krs-One

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel.. street gospel
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my people at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Cmon lets bring it back
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS-One]
Raw rhymes for raw times
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when its tour time, we open more minds
You need to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- Im raw like Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is
Oh yes -- I know where the top is
But Id rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
My synopsis aint pretty
Id stay, off them plains and, out the city if I were you
Do what you gotta do
But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou .. Diallo
Heres what we gotta do, follow
Ill put hip-hop in you if youre hollow
Those that already filled, STILL take swallows
Goin over potholes with Tahoes
You dont think +I+ know? Huh! Im lookin at you right now
You aint dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down
You in the crib, on the low
You got them headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show - oh you dont know?
Its the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole DIFFERENT flow
Yo where them hoes at? I dont know
But wherever God at, Ima go
I give em a hard rap AND a flow
Thats why when they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[KRS] Yo where it started at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my people at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Cmon lets bring it back
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS-One]
Peep it out while I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the WORLD Im called Kris
Its the, truth for ya, its the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not easily found
You dont need no rings to be down
This is, past the platinum and gold
We already had em, its old
Heres the truth if it be told, gather round
Philosopher style is known to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, whos holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you KNOW that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free then and Im free now
You free, runnin to MTV? I dont see how!
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they cake
You know it aint about the art, its all about what they make
You know the radios late, you know they play what you hate
Thats why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You know the love of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
BO!
[Chorus]
[KRS-One]
I never was a king and Im not the Pres
Im a teacher like that reefer goin straight to your head
Im a preacher tryin to bring my people back from the dead
Im a leader tryin to keep you all away from the feds
You my sister Ill be tryin to get you OUT of the bed
Im a philospher sayin what has GOT to be said
I dont FILL you with lead, I bring that KNOWLEDGE instead
FOLLOW this dread, Ill take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called K-R-S
You can spend your money on others but THEY AINT BLESSED
You can spend your money drugs and STILL BE STRESSED
Look around for conscious rappes yo there AINT NONE LEFT
Im holdin it down; better yet Im holdin up
Waitin for some young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson cause I KNOW what you been through
But..
[Chorus] - 1/2
{*no beat*}
[KRS] Yo where it started at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my people at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Yo where my heart is at?
[all] South South, Bronx!
[KRS] Cmon lets bring it back!!
The South South Bronx, boyeee..
[ South Bronx 2002 Lyrics ]