You Gon Go?

[Verse 1: KRS-One] I'm bringing back the style that others have pushed to the rear Now you see me, now you don't, now I'm everywhere Maybe you can see that knowledge does reign supreme Rap is like a ballclub and I coach the team Move the crowd, that's what MC mean How many albums I got? Mmmm...12, 13 I've told y'all before You are not just doin' hip-hop, you are hip-hop Them jokers need to stop, be hip-hop I mastered this and him, her, they, them, that one She and he did not I speak a lot, I hit 'em in they weakest spot Come see me rock, yo, you'll leave in shock KRS, you ever wonder why he's so hot? It's because he's not pop yo, he's hip-hop West to East the sound of the police will rock If you don't love this you won't have the heat I got Discipline, if you're listenin, defeats the COPS Fuck the dumb shit yo, we gotta teach the tots They say I preach a lot And last year the took the jeep and shot But this year the beat will knock [Hook x2: KRS-One] I know where We can go To see how a real MC flow No video No radio Just a live show C'mon now you gon' go? [Verse 2: KRS-One] I'm still standing, demanding playing my lex jammin' Cats wanna really see me start blam-blammin' Put away the cannon for this overstandin' I'm landin' Let the music play like Shannon I'm so hot, why not, I bring all the fans in Watch me now come alive like Peter Frampton Listen to me people, listen to me loud and clear It's time I found out what type of people up in here When I shout out the classic if you know it say yeah South Bronx-Yeah! My Philosophy-Yeah! Black Cop-Yeah! You Must Learn-Yeah! Yeah we gonna do it up in here I'm still standin' And rappers be mad-mad Cause they know they'll give birth like the American Flag in Baghdad All they do is blab-blab, that head chatter Why the dopest MC always a dead rapper? I'm a real live rapper, I'm out to set it I pay dues, while your crews still on credit You talk that shit till I come out the school And all y'all sound like Trina sayin' "That's Cool" Time for the streets again Time for them cats to pop gats into the mic you speakin' in I'm creepin' in with a hundred soldiers When I step on the stage it's over [Hook x2] [Verse 3: KRS-One] They don't play me a lot KRS you don't see a lot On TV a lot, but I do MC a lot I don't duck and hide when I see the cops I'm free with the knowledge to free the block Live on the radio I'm sendin' my rhyme, you can see I'm behind enemy lines You already heard about plenty of crime Now hear about the sciences that could really open ya mind I only got a little bit of time to rhyme before the Producer over here says "Ok, that's fine" So let's get to it, I got my whole squad with me On top'a all that I got God with me You can go far with me From New York, to Atlanta, to LA You know they all with me You might not see me on this station cause this is a Rapcity and KRS leads a Hip-Hop nation Even though y'all chase ends Why can't weeeeee be friends, it all depends Cats wanna thug it out Isn't it true that Hip-Hop was bigger when we all loved it out? Look at the difference in raps See when I'm spittin' the facts Louder than anyone could rap, the industry collapse No one's special anymore Variety is gone for sure [Hook x2]