[ INTRO: Kool Moe Dee ]
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And yes y'all
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The sounds that you hear
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Is gonna be so rare
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You have no fear
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Cause three live brothers are here
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We got KRS-One from Boogie Down Productions
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Special shout to Melodie
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We got my man Chuck D in the house from Public Enemy
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And I am Kool Moe Dee
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So ARE - YOU - READY?
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[ VERSE 1: Kool Moe Dee ]
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Are you ready, to elevate
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As I rhyme on time you'll illuminate
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Hard as diamond, knowledge shinin
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It's that time and it's all in the timin
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400 years blood, sweat and tears
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The rain is over, and the sun is here
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Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year
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No fear, cause I'm in there
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Holdin my mic like the staff of Ra
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Bringin true light after dark
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Brothers are live, but still unborn
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It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
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See the light like a crack of dawn
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The comatosed and the cracked are re-born
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Reurgitatin the garbage we're fed
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Cause this time dawn is dawn of the dead
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[ CHORUS ]
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Rise and shine
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Ain't that funky?
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(Yeah, that's funky)
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Get up
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[ VERSE 2: Kool Moe Dee ]
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I rise and shine like the sun on the one
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We dance together, we overcome
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A wake-up call to wake up all
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Stand up tall, get up and get up, y'all
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Clap your hands in jubilation, meditation
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Recreation, procreation of the mind
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If you seek, we'll find
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Born two times, but still one of a kind
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Learn your past, find your path
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The truth is infinite, like math
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Countdown to the year 2000
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The thought alone is arousin
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When we see our way with the third eye
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Rise with the sun and think with a bird's eye
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View, as I watch our Exodus
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When the higher conscious connect it's just
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[ variations of CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3: Kool Moe Dee ]
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The microphone is my funky scepter
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When I speak on beat I'm tryin to connect us
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To what's left us messed up
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Egos dressed up, got us effed up
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You see onto instead of into
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You see what you want to, instead of what you been through
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You can take the rhyme I say
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Read it, hand it, see em three ways
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Combine the rhyme to anyone of nine
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For some still the light won't shine
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You can take a shot in the dark, but keep missin
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You aim with one eye, you just don't listen
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Cause see, in the dark you need all three
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Your eyes are ears when you hear what you see
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The five senses are all correlated
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The sixth and seventh is how you elevate it
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[ variations of CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 4: KRS-One ]
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Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
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This a KRS with a different something
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What, come in a dance and we come down for sing
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This a KRS me say - come!
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Nuff slaveships come from Africa
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Full of Africans, sold in America
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Now you want me to call myself American
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Even though America kill di African
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Check it, white man is European
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And blackman is African
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White man never say Euro-American
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So why should the blackman say Afro-American?
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If the blackman is American with a afro
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Then the white man is American with a long nose
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It should be Long-Nose-American for the white man
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Jump around and move your bottom
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What
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[ variations of CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 5: Chuck D ]
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Make no mistake, we don't shake or stutter
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So heed the word of the brothers
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Who makes a boy into a man
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It's the job of another man
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Who knows his role as a father
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He bothers to give his son his soul
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And pass it on, to never front
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Cause papa don't raise no punks
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Got to make it know and to pass it down
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Yeah, sounds like a job for the brotherman now
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Got to help a mother for me
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Each one teach one, if you can't find one
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Talk to the little ones
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And you'll see they'll listen
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To few while missin
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Peace, to rise and shine
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Rise 'n' Shine
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Kool Moe Dee |