Intro/Chorus: sung to the tune of Blondie's "Rapture"
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Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka!)
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Where there's no one left (Buku, buku! Alla de massive!)
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But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo!)
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No MC can test *cut and scratch of KRS saying "but one"*
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Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
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Where MC's and DJ's
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Build up their skills as they play every day
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For the, rapture
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Yeah, what what!
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Verse One:
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I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold rockin
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Givin options for head knockin non stoppin
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Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten
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so we bring back the raw hip-hoppin
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Just like the records and tapes you be coppin
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Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin
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Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin
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We only get better and only better we have gotten
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This type of flow don't even think about stoppin
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Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin
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All music lovers in the place right now
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That never understood the way that KRS got down
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Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin
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Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
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If a dope lyrical flow is a must
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You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust
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I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied
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I'm number one, two, three, four and five
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Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes
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and pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams
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A dope MC is a dope MC
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With or witout a record deal, all can see
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And that's who KRS be son
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I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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Yeah, yeah
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Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike
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until I recite, in black and white what's right
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Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD
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TIGHT AN GOOD, come is it TIGHT AN GOOD
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Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap
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All in yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat
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Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback
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I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap
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No past rappin, youth trackin, talent lackin
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MC's more worried about their financial backin
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Steady packin a gat as if something's gonna happen
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But it doesn't, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin
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I appear everywhere and nowhere at once
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I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front
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It's the God of rap, you heard of it
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The one that rhymes toward the sky givin airplanes mad turbulence
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In rap tournaments, I reign permanent
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Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it
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The course of rap I'm turnin it
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Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it
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No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus
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Skills if you notice my position is lotus
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Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless
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Thinkin record sales make them the dopest
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on!
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Chorus
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Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight)
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| KRS-One |
