I'm On the Mic

(Intro) When you least expect it (This is just one style) (Verse One) We back up in this piece like yeast to bread Underground you gotta find me like an Easter egg No need to beg, I hit the club hard on the red While you check for CDs I'm sellin' books instead I travel the country by car, by foot and leg What's worse than being behind is being ahead Prophetic visions of President Jeb Five storms hit Florida on his head and nobody said "What's the meaning of this? It's like God is dead" In the minds of the people hanging onto a thread You gotta go where your heart is led I spit truth but some cats, they just got the hardest head As you can see, I'm artist-led I take it to the black, to the green, and to the darkest red I write, recite and of course go off the head-top Knowledge Reigns Supreme, man -- don't forget that (Chorus) KRS and I'm on the mic (Class is in session, so you can stop guessin') KRS and I'm on the mic This is just one style KRS and I'm on the mic Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody KRS and I'm on the mic Listen (Verse Two) Here's the mission, plain and straight We gotta nurture and develop what we create Hip-hop is our activity on the planet Today it's just an album; tomorrow they examine it In the future, someone's crammin' fast Cause they want at least a B in their hip-hop class I ain't even askin' you how If our ancestors built nations, why you ain't buildin' one now? Technology is not civilization Civilization is not about the tools that you're making You have an opportunity, at a new stop Truly living hip-hop is a chance at a new park You can play a new part: Develop new DVDs, new books, new art Open new food marts with hip-hop food charts and food carts Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do it) What's the sense of being a recording artist At a recording company for a year or two If after the third or fourth year they can't even hire you? In fact there is really nothing there for you If your life is not a can of goo Hip-hop is not a product; hip-hop is me and you What I spit will see you through I'm freein' you with knowledge of G-O-D in you (Chorus) (Verse Three) Foot soldiers, let's go - we got this The freedom to be really you that's what hip-hop is What can we really do? Reach for the top, kid Those that seek the bottom they shot stop and lock, kid We the inevitable, most credible And most are leaning back with the terrible squad Here to beat knock hard, this is the real truth Everything I spit be backed up with real proof Welcome to the underground Don't look for me in the mainstream, this is a whole 'nother sound Sound set we rock music in the streets In the schools and over the Internet Feel it yet? You ain't hear me yet You ain't really ready to get near me yet Y'all fear and fret (Chorus)