Going Way Back

[Intro: Just Ice and KRS One] To the best of my knowledge I guess that I'm fresh And when I manifest I never protest (Hold it, hold it. What's going on, Just?) Yo KRS, what's the, what's the, what's the purpose of you stopping me? (Yo man kick the rhymes you was just kicking to me a while ago) Aight [Verse 1: Just Ice] I'll wax and maim, rappers who proclaim To be the epitome of this game Fronting like you hard, rugged and rough Soft like butter, creamy like a puff On the mic no sense, head very dense Just listen to the gangster and I will convince All that doubt my power of speech The title of the gangster they tried to impeach But um, it is protected by the black and the red It's not true all gangsters are dead Not a gangster with a gun, doing crime none of that Kill a MC with the rhyme cause I'm the gangster of rap In fact, exact, I'm the dominant black Coming full force on, and power that's packed For all the party people this is a fact For all the pioneers I'm going way back [Bridge: KRS One] Goddamn, that is funky funky funky fresh (Dope! Dope!) If you could just keep kicking that, we'll be alright til '88 Dig it (Dope! Dope!) [Verse 2: Just Ice] Going way way back to the early days Of 75 and the Black Spades Chilling with my homeboy Muscle Man Ron In the Boogie Down Bronx BKA Pelan It was a privilege for people to see Bambaataa rocking hard at 123 On a Friday night the boys would come running To hear big beats that were shocking and stunning In the Hill, not a thing was chill Sound Masters on the loose and acting ill Up top, every weekend rock Either 131 or around that block But anywhere Uptown, you always heard the sound Hip Hop, funky beats, MCs getting down The truth I swear, admit and declare The Bronx was the first, I know, I was there The beats were dope, the sound was on By the way saying Peace to my brother Melquan Dedications have a little bit more The L Brothers, Grand Wizard Theodore I can't forget where we used to ill With the young Sound Masters in Castle Hill I can keep going on, for more and more With Breakout, and Baron, and the Funky 4 On the other side of town, the mics in their hands The lecherous, treacherous also perpetuous MCs cold in command And if you listen to that for an actual fact For all the pioneers I'm going way back [Bridge: KRS One] Word! Now you know I know This is KRS with Just Ice (Dope! Dope!) Ha ha. Talk about dope beats (Dope!) Yo Just, kick me one more verse, please! [Verse 3: Just Ice] Let's rest, so I can take a breath Cause I'm bearing the truth and nothing less No disrepect intended but I have to show ya If I didn't say your name that means I did not know ya To get to the point, to make it clear If I don't say your name that means you was not there It's true, I'm from the old school I'm the professor and they are my pupils I teach and never preach Not a bloodsucker, parasite or a leech I'm telling you how, it was or is The Bronx is the home for the Hip Hop kids A long time ago when I was raising hell With the nappy head of hair at the age of 12 I saw and heard, crews that rocked The Cold Crushers, Monsters, Breakout, Sasquatch You're not familiar with the funky sound That proves it right there, you wasn't down Had to earn a position, and do hard work You can ask Kool Herc or my man Red Alert He'll tell ya, because he knows for sure About Flash, EZ Mike, and the Furious Four I'll run off some names, with no offence Listen up real close, as I commence Coke La Rock, Clark Kent, my man Cool Fish Homeboy Tre Dee and Frisky Frisk Wonderful sincere, in the atmosphere Almighty Kay Gee at Union Square Dr. Kik rock on, and my man Shelt La Rocker B.I., KRS, C Rasta Definitely we would rock And I can't forget my homeboy Big Knot It's the truth and for an actual fact For all the pioneers I'm going way back [Outro: KRS One and Just Ice] Well I think that's about as far back as we can go (Saying peace to my man T La Rock!) Word! Saying peace to my brother Scott La Rock, he's in here! (Scott La Rock rock on!) Word (DMX peace!) Peace! (Peace!)