KRS-One - It Appears lyrics
[KRS-One - It Appears lyrics]
Is this thing on? It's on?
Let me know when you want me to stop
Rifle in the left hand, gospel in the other
Sisters in the front seat
I'm back with my brothers
I can go farther if I'm guided by the mother
Whatever level rappers on, KRS is on another
This that raw Emceein' you don't want none of
Blastmaster KRS-One uh
Original boom bap beats with just the drummer
Seems like people nowadays is getting dumber
They don't see they're getting older
Not younger so I split the Stevie and
Make them all wonder
I come with than Donna Donna every summer
They want the high ground
Me? I want the under
Rhyme books, rap hooks, I got a ton of them
But here's just one more of them
Now you're about to hear the style
Of someone who has mastered this
Now it's time to show you what boom
Boom boom boom boom bappin' is
This that '86, but from Gecko
We coming back again
Showing you the difference between what
MC'ing and rap again
Many have attempted and wrecked it
This very style I spit
Peace to them but you are now
Hearing the very off the tech
When it comes to music, good music
I'm all on top of it criminal Minded
You can find it with Scott LaRock and it
This mix drive, you have to get
You must have forgot what real Hiphop can get
I haven't stole a topic yet, or a beat
I don't get cash every week
I get cash when I speak
I throw it out anywhere
Like trash in a street
I spaz on these beats
See the passionate heat
Entrepreneur, I'm not asking to eat
I'm off to Geneva, I'll be back in a week
All through the years, in the end?
Me stopping with hip-hop
That's like MJ no longer being regarded
As the king of pop
You're thinking of the commercial flop
Could make me stop 20 years in this game
I ain't aiming for the top
I stay up in that underground cozy spot
That in-cognito nobody knows me spot
Most MC's rhyme but don't know their plot
Maxing out their credit 'til
Their bank closes shut
You went from holding jewels to holding a mop
From talking about, "Don't snitch
" now you roll with a cop
It's like you erased your mind and forgot
What the founding fathers truly
Saw posses? with Hiphop
We're screaming back to
The? knowledge, culture, and overstanding
While beats are slamming and
The people are jamming
Sick of all these talentless hustlers
Scamming creating mental famine
Don't you think it's time we re-examine?
Let them know what the truth and the facts is
That the game nowadays is manipulated
By masonist blue-collared fascists
Marketing schemes is controlling the scene
Fiends for the green
I'm just a man trapped in a machine
Let me know when you want me to stop
Rifle in the left hand, gospel in the other
Sisters in the front seat
I'm back with my brothers
I can go farther if I'm guided by the mother
Whatever level rappers on, KRS is on another
This that raw Emceein' you don't want none of
Blastmaster KRS-One uh
Original boom bap beats with just the drummer
Seems like people nowadays is getting dumber
They don't see they're getting older
Not younger so I split the Stevie and
Make them all wonder
I come with than Donna Donna every summer
They want the high ground
Me? I want the under
Rhyme books, rap hooks, I got a ton of them
But here's just one more of them
Now you're about to hear the style
Of someone who has mastered this
Now it's time to show you what boom
Boom boom boom boom bappin' is
This that '86, but from Gecko
We coming back again
Showing you the difference between what
MC'ing and rap again
Many have attempted and wrecked it
This very style I spit
Peace to them but you are now
Hearing the very off the tech
When it comes to music, good music
I'm all on top of it criminal Minded
You can find it with Scott LaRock and it
This mix drive, you have to get
You must have forgot what real Hiphop can get
I haven't stole a topic yet, or a beat
I don't get cash every week
I get cash when I speak
I throw it out anywhere
Like trash in a street
I spaz on these beats
See the passionate heat
Entrepreneur, I'm not asking to eat
I'm off to Geneva, I'll be back in a week
All through the years, in the end?
Me stopping with hip-hop
That's like MJ no longer being regarded
As the king of pop
You're thinking of the commercial flop
Could make me stop 20 years in this game
I ain't aiming for the top
I stay up in that underground cozy spot
That in-cognito nobody knows me spot
Most MC's rhyme but don't know their plot
Maxing out their credit 'til
Their bank closes shut
You went from holding jewels to holding a mop
From talking about, "Don't snitch
" now you roll with a cop
It's like you erased your mind and forgot
What the founding fathers truly
Saw posses? with Hiphop
We're screaming back to
The? knowledge, culture, and overstanding
While beats are slamming and
The people are jamming
Sick of all these talentless hustlers
Scamming creating mental famine
Don't you think it's time we re-examine?
Let them know what the truth and the facts is
That the game nowadays is manipulated
By masonist blue-collared fascists
Marketing schemes is controlling the scene
Fiends for the green
I'm just a man trapped in a machine