KRS-One Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Only One Lyrics

Intro: KRS One 

Ah yeah that's whatcha say when you see a devil down 

Ah yeah that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown 

Ah yeah stay alive all things will change around 

Ah yeah what? Ah yeah! 

Verse One: KRS One 

So here I go kickin science in ninety five 

I be illin parental discretion is advised still 

dont call me nigga this MC goes for his 

Call me God cause that's what the black man is 

Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist 

Black women you are not 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 

But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution" 

They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it 

Down to start a riot in a minute 

You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick 

While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope 

I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! 

That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! 

That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! 

That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you 

BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck 

Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and 

you black people still thinkin about vot-ing 

Every president we ever had lied 

You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died! 

Chorus 

Verse Two: KRS 

This is not the first time I came to the planet 

But everytime I come, only a few could understand it 

I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it 

I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments 

I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost 

I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross 

I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner 

Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner 

They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me 

So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley 

They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X 

Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS 

Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like 

get wit you, showin you, you are invincible 

The Black Panther is the black answer for real 

In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale 

On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away 

and enters into Kwame Ture 

Chorus 

Verse Three: KRS-One 

In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do 

So I grab the air and speak through the code 

the devil cannot see through as I unload 

into another cerebellum 

Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim 

and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin 

We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin 

Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher 

Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid 

The son of God is brighter than the son of man 

The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is 

We got no time for fancy mathematics 

Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static 

Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic 

They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic 

Chorus