C'mon Son

Niggas say that hip-hop is dead Niggas say that hip-hop is never coming back Uh-uh, I can't believe that Hip Hop's my honey, you could send the bee back Relapse, back to the classics All these punchline rappers in a pickle - Vlasic Ornamental flowers, decoration Talk about they swag like the declaration Where the independence I ain't hear about it Rumor spreader trying to whisper in my ear about it Run and tell everybody, messenger No one knows the one position where we messed it up Testing us... I mean like every day We're supposed to live Every word we say ...Every word we say Twelve step programs, thirty days And we fall off the path, through the curves we take Success is measured by the number of the nerves we shake And we shake a lot - That's why it's such a disappointment when we fake a lot Talk about your bricks Why don't you make a block? Forward progression is the only way to hater block The only way to hate a block... Nigga... KRS-One: When you ask me about Hip-Hop... You're asking a philosopher about something that he believes he is Hip Hop is an idea. You can't wear Hip-Hop, you can't put it on You can't buy a can of Hip-Hop, you can't drink a can of something And suddenly become Hip-Hop Hip-Hop is an IDEA... Think about this