Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Chuck D - Rise ‘n' Shine lyrics

And yes y'all
The sounds that you hear is gonna be so real
You'll have no fear cause three
Live brothers are here
We got KRS-One from Boogie Down Productionsn
Special shout to Melodie
We got my man Chuck D in
The house from Public Enemy
And I am Kool Moe Dee so are you ready?

Are you ready, to elevate
As I rhyme on time you'll illuminate
Hard as diamond, knowledge shinin'
It's that time and it's all in the timin'
Four hundred years, blood, sweat and tears
The rain is over, and the sun is here
Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year
No fear, cause I'm in there
Holding my mic like the staff of Ra
Bringing true light after dark
Brothers are live, but still unborn


It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
See the light like a crack of dawn
The comatose and the cracked are reborn
Regurgitating the garbage we're fed
Cause this time dawn is dawn of the dead

Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Rise and shine
Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky? (yeah, that's funky)
Get up

I rise and shine like the sun on the one
We dance together, we overcome
A wake-up call to wake up all
Stand up tall, get up and get up, y'all
Clap your hands in jubilation, meditation
Recreation, procreation of the mind
If you seek, we'll find
Born two times, but still one of a kind
Learn your past, find your path
The truth is infinite, like math
Countdown to the year two thousand
The thought alone is arousin'
When we sing I'll wake with the third eye
Rise with the sun and think with a bird's-eye
View, as I watch our exodus
When the higher conscience connects it's just


The microphone is my funk receptor
When I speak on beat I'm trying to connect us
To what's left us messed up
Egos dressed up, got us effed up
You see onto instead of into
You see what you want to
Instead of what you been through
You can take the rhyme I say
Read it, hear them, see them three ways
Combine the rhyme to any one of nine
For some still the light won't shine
You can take a shot in the dark
But keep missin'
You aim with one eye, you just don't listen
Cause see, in the dark you need all three
Your eyes are ears when you hear what you see
The five senses are all correlated
The sixth and seventh is how you elevate it

Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
This a K-R-S with a different something
What, come in a dance and
We come down for sing this a KRS me say, go!
'Nuff slaveships come from Africa
Full of Africans, sold in America
Now you want me to call myself American
Even though America kill the African
Check it, white man is European
And black man is African
White man never say Euro-American
So why should the black
Man say Afro-American?
If the black man is American with a afro
Then the white man is American
With a long nose
It should be Long-Nose-American for
The white man, and
Jump around and move your bottom, what


Make no mistake, we don't shake or stutter
So heed the word of the brothers
Who makes a boy into a man
It's the job of another man
Who knows his role as a father
He bothers to give his son his soul
And pass it on, to never flunk
Cause papa don't raise no punks
Got to make it known and to pass it down
Yeah, sounds like a job for
The brother man now
Got to help a mother for me, uh
Each one teach one, if you can't find one
Talk to the little ones
And you'll see they'll listen
To fill the missin' peace, to rise and shine