Bling Blung

[Intro] Bling Blung KRS-One Yeah, Word Up Yeah Yo [Hook] Bling blung, bling blung, First you see the bling Then you feel the blung This is the way that the world is run Can't you tell Bling blung rock the bells [KRS-One: Verse 1] Move along, move along, along, this is a newa song KRS-One the supa strong Move along before you lose your tongue Before you lose ya lung Be sure MCs get done Detour or move along We teach the young How many young men hung so we could sing a song? You need to move along, along, along The string of injustice stung those that bling cause now they blung Materialism stings and now they stung You need to move along Life is like ding, dong, ying, yang, bing, bang, ping, pong, or ping, pong Any lyrical battle we won Yes, this a master flow, this how life go on First you got it then your gone So don't get stung Cause after the bling it's blung No material thing stays with you long [Hook] [Verse 2] Move along, along, we can't get stung We the one, my melanin stuns right up in the sun I go and I come, don't mind me son I'm just a teacher, them cats should't try me son I'm that lively one I roll with them grimey ones At the Temple (of Hip Hop) you can find me son What I bring and sing reflects what I brung I be rolling, aling off the tongue You can check them other ones Maybe them younger ones But I be that I witness just like Connie Chung Some burn the paper Some burn the bong I'm burning rappers, I think you need to move along! [Hook] [Verse 3] Move along you little singers Never linger round a rhyme bringer These rap blingers I break you off a middle finger Bell ringa, in your mind a dong dinga Yo, that's what's wrong with these singas When they sing all they bring is bling THEY DUMMIES But after the bling aling, aling is blung Post bling is blung A new ting son I'm rockin these bells like ding dong As you can see I got no rings on Cause it got nothing to with what springs song So ding dong Open the door to freedom Any of my books you should read dum and be strong Or else you need to move along, along, along Your lyrics are cow dung There use to be a TV talent show with a gong And when the gong gonged you were gone Yes I am the lyrical Don Beats for art um But I am unattched to all of thum The message of the song is bling blung Don't get caught up in watcha bought up Be Strong [Hook]