KRS-One - Achieving The Levels lyrics

(Ok I see how you doin' it, that was dope
I got this gutter shit lined up
I know you ain't tired)

(What? Ha ha ha. Really?)

I ain't even tryin' or peekin'
I just ripped a club down last weekend
I'm no trick but I'm
Treating rappers like Halloween
They all costume no substance and
That's what hollow means
They really empty like a lot of fiends
They holding a hundred but they don't really
Know what a one dollar means
They slaves to slave economies
Sellouts and traitors posing as hip-hop
We got a lot of these
So I be spittin' my
Philosophies with evidence
No doubt this is the route


So why the hesitance?
Is it because I'm spittin'
With divine intelligence and
Excellence and you hearing rhymes
That are irrelevant?
Knowledge Reigns Supreme
KRS is how I'm spellin' it
The top one of the top five
And that's the end of it
I judge my pen when I sentence it
Then imprison your mind with my penmanship
But here's some better shit
Get with me
You forgot? Let me jog your memory
I'm a poor righteous teacher
And a public enemy
Fake ass DJs
They do not play or even mention me
I'm scary
Revolutionary. Fake? I will never be
Real I'll forever be
I'm a whole different entity
I spit rhymes by the mouth and by telepathy
Health love awareness and wealth
That's the recipe
I'm 50 and 20 year olds
Can't match the energy
On stage I'm in a rage
Yeah it's like 10 of me
Disrespect the teacher, you know the penalty
KRS-One, I'm from a whole different century
I'm paid in full so you
Can ch-ch-check out my melody
Murderin' mics
They chargin' me with a felony
But I can't be caught because
The ancestors dwell in me
Movin' with hesitancy when
You mentionin' me
I'm an original MC, get your T-IC-K-E T
The mic grabber, beat
Stabber, street grammar
Heat blaster
I stay chunky and hungry so I eat faster
Gobble gobble gobble most rappers are hollow
So KRS-One becomes that hard act to follow
Hard beats, hard rhymes, hard cuttin'
"Wha dot dot dot dang!" gets
The whole place jumpin'
This is that original Boogie Down Productions
Last of them true MCs that still function
Boom bap, boom bap
When the mic turns on, dudes be like
"Who's that?"
Crowd rushin' in, security's like
"Move back!"
Real skill, that's what a lot of you lack
I'm turnin' on my mic to reveal a new batch
Rappers say they great, but compared to Kris
Who match?
Amber alert on the phone when you snatched
How you a DJ? You ain't
Even start from scratch

(Yeah I know you waitin', I'm just messin'
With the reverb a little bit
Just keep goin' and I'll tell
You when to stop)

You still here? It ain't over yet
Knowledge reigns
So I'ma leave 'em soaking wet
If you listenin' to a legend
This is what you supposed to get
Real skill, my utmost respect
Or a broken neck
Flawless rawness I pour this
Through the cordless
All this is lawless
I'm the tallest, people say
"Give me more Kris!"
You can't ignore this you know you saw this
The extensive tallest is flawless
We on this because dope is
What they call this
So from the gutter the number one
He comes from under from the
Hood when the hood
Was a hood and it peaked in summer
We used to speak our rhymes to Funky Drummer
We called it The Dozens
A competition of words
Jokes about your mother
Now knowledge reigning supreme like no other
The soul brother whose beats
And words so gutter
No wonder this brother when he
Utters you don't blow
Not with the gun though, with
The one flow, you like
"Fuck no!"
This no luck though, I'm one bro
You can now catch me teaching in
Brick City at 55 Ludlow
Dudes be like, "Uh oh, we in trouble"
King of the jungle, no time to mumble
Kingdom's gonna crumble
I step they stumble I bee like
Bumble a one-two to run
To a traitor like fuck you
And bring the truck through
I gets down but you can't
See what I'm up to
I'm tacklin' rappers like
"Hut one! Hut two!"
When I come through

(Ok ok we good, let's change up the flow)