Texty:
Krs One A Retrospective

di day, aiy All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, 'cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo, here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle

down the line Money's flowing, everything is fine Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine Business is boomin', everything is cool I pull about a G a week, fuck school A

average guy He took a piece of the pie and bit it Got with it, for his brother he did it So you gotta admit it This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero Why

, Bronx I never was a king and I'm not the Pres I'm a teacher like that reefer goin straight to your head I'm a preacher tryin to bring my people back

Being a descendant of Shem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod, grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one

music is a must I'm number one People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope or a phase with a rope Sometimes I choke and try to believe When I get challenged by a

, was one with my breath I had nothin' left and it was scary So I dropped By All Means Necessary Another hip-hop group that was a friend of me Was a revolution

data, Blastmaster Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a