The Beginning - KRS-One

Yo check your mic, let’s check these levels

Check check check check

Ok word we got the sound, let me know when the break is coming in

Nah, there’s no break I am just going straight through

Aight kick that shit

Heaven-sent I can prove this

Any crowd turn me up loud

KR will move this

Long before Easy- E is MC he was ruthless

Kickin rhyme, spittin 'rhyme, freestyle, I does this who’s this

You don’t know me homie I am the one and only

I turn you two into a toll and tell you, you owe me

You ain’t gotta go to the past to know me homie

I’m KRS-One, my power is now add control

These rappers are phony and lonely

I catch 'em coming out of show me’s

I don’t Oscar or admire they baloney

No phony, I spit for the time from the mind

So when I spit on the head of course I am ahead of my time

Yes I am better with rhyme and it’s evident I’m

The lyrically benevolent kind, this shit you never gonna find

I am spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job

Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse they soft

That is when they get robbed and disappointment

They not anointed, I get em set up like an appointment

I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire

Spit the truth no liar, heaven-sent this is higher

The might cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion

This song becomes a knockout with the right hook

I am raw, meaning not cooked

These fake rappers heads are down

Because into the face of KRS they do not look

40 cal.

style, rampampam like big drums

When I heat up the cup of the 420 it’s done

Light up the Cheech with the Chong

I teach when I come

Knowledge reign is supreme

What these rappers is speaking is dumb

It’s a treat when I come

I’m not what you used to

I’m the return of Khufu all over these tracks like Choo-Choo

I am the Guru, so when my teaching premiers it’s Gang Starr

Hitting you and your man in the same car

These wack rappers, fuck who they are

KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' em all with the same bars

Hooligans, hittin em with the same bars

Yo' wack style just ain’t ours, Venus to Mars

I’m teaching with bars, spitting these bars

But young’ns under 21 can’t even get into these bars

So I don’t blame 'em if they not seeing these bars

'Cause when I hit 'em with my universe all they seeing is stars

Speaking of bars when I spit one

You can see it’s all about impact over and income

The big one, multi-directional and exceptionable

10 of my first 20 albums are all collect-able

You feel the heat when I am next to you

Truly legendary, underground undetectable and revolutionary

Most of what is going on today, you know we knew already

I try to teach our people of poverty

And took to many and shook to many

We can see what a curse is so I reemerge

So these young’ns who the first is

The minister, frying rap chickens like churches

And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses

IV-bags, your family picking out hearses

It’s like you at the ball-place center and you won’t survive these verses

Sprite means spirit so I obey what my thirst is

The whole planet of this so called Earth is what my turf is

KRS-One…

Ok ok, hold on hold on, I got this

This shit is gon' be fire

Levels is on point

You sound good out here

Let’s get this project started