When the Moon...

{*applause and shouting*} [KRS-One] Yeah, YEAHHH, yeah... word For my next number I'd like to bring up a young lady named Courtney Terry And uh, my name is KRS-One It's gonna go like this [Chorus: Courtney Terry] When the moon is filled with those that died And you prefer the style of KRS-One MC's around the planet Has loved the styles you brung - hit 'em dunn [KRS speaking over Chorus] Feel this, feel it C'mon! Now get your hands up Uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah [KRS-One] Open up the door let me come in the place Before you recognize the raw yo it's right in your face Just a little taste, yo I'm kind of nuts like Planters Behave and your save your money cause this album is bananas I'm flashin just a little style, for a LITTLE while Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child Now it's '98, and I will NOT hesitate You be floatin in the lake, you not no heavyweight You're lightweight, I devestate, on a equal basis No I'm not a racist but no race could really face this I hate this - no I don't; you face Kris - no you won't You know you broke, cause what you wrote, ain't really dope Like a billygoat, I'll ram your set like BLAOW~! Who CARES how you like me now, you underground Boogie Down, let me make one thing clear BX baby, this is our year Try here and die here it's too fly here As I drew my spear near, think what to do my dear I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazin Still blazin, play the low on occasion [Chorus] [KRS speaking over Chorus] You know the deal!! Yeah, c'mon! Uhh... c'mon, c'mon! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yo, yo [KRS-One] I'm small and not bigger, drink water not liquor So I smart outquick ya lyric makin move like a ninja I'm all up in ya like blood My whole style is devestatin you're renovatin like HUD, what? You'd expect when I'm on the set don't forget I'm givin and catchin wreck, you still ain't ready yet Better yet when I connect ALL Y'ALL HIT THE DECK Heck, you might as well sign over that publishin check You ain't worthy, my style is ugly and dirty If you ain't close to 30 you really haven't heard me But don't worry, hurry into clubs I get wit 'em Got styles for the 80's 90's and the new millenium Only sucker MC's be like "KRIS DOESN'T SHIT WIT 'EM" Cause they can't get with him, only the best sit with him Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?! [Chorus] [KRS speaking over Chorus] Courtney tell 'em, c'mon! Showbiz represent Uh-huh, uh-huh Yo, yo, yeah, c'mon, c'mon [KRS-One] Straight to your mental it's the style of the Temple Worldwide representin the microphone and the pencil Like BROOKLYN BROOKLYN be always funky fresh Dope hooks and dope rhymes, that's always KRS Their words can't hit me, they dogs can't sic me Their knives can't stick me, it's GOD~! Think quickly For those that have picked me and picked me cause I'm witty I thank you; others, I simply outrank you You make me laugh B - battle? Don't gas me You should ask me to make your style more crafty Rockin for decades a hip-hop and reggae medley Always right when I write like Betty Boop, together with a ready loop, and many troops Kickin better letters with extras like veggie soup Smashin any group or solo You better go yo, my style is def, your style is so-so [Chorus] [KRS speaking over Chorus] Uh-huh, uh-huh, c'mon! UHHH, KRS-ONE! Yeah, yeah, and Uh-huh, yo, yeah, yo, now get your hands up~! Showbiz - now get your hands up! KRS - now get your hands up! Courtney Terry - now get your hands up! Yo yo - now get your...