KRS-One - Step Into a World (Rapture’s Delight) lyrics

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left
(Buku, buku! Alla de massive)
But the very best
(Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)
No MC can test (but one, one, one)
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they
Play every day for the, rapture
Yeah, what what

Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on

I'm bout to hit you with that
Traditional style of cold rockin'
Givin options for head knockin non-stoppin'
Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but


Styles can be forgotten
So we bring back the raw hip-hoppin'
Just like the records and
Tapes you be coppin'
Cop some breakdancin', boogie poppin'
And lockin'
Tic tockin', guaranteed to have you clockin'
We only get better and only
Better we have gotten
This type of flow don't
Even think about stoppin'
Beware, the length of the rhyme
Flow can be shockin'
All music lovers in the place right now
That never understood the way
That KRS got down
Yo, I'm strictly about skills
And dope lyrical coastin' relying on talent
Not marketing and promotion
If a dope lyrical flow is a must
You gots to go with a
Name you can quickly trust
I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry
I lied
I'm number one, two, three, four and five
Stop wastin' your money on marketing schemes
And pretty packages pushin' dreams
To the fiends a dope MC is a dope MC
With or witout a record deal, all can see
And that's who KRS be son
I'm not the run-of-the-mill
Cause for the mill I don't run
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left
(Buku, buku! Alla de massive)
But the very best
(Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)
No MC can test (but one, one, one)
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they
Play every day for the, rapture

Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike
Until I recite
In black and white what's right
Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD
TIGHT AN GOOD, come is it TIGHT AN GOOD
Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap
All in yo' ass crack, Cocaine? Don't pass dat
Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback
I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap
No past rappin', youth trackin'
Talent lackin' mC's more worried about
Their financial backin'
Steady packin a gat as
If something's gonna happen
But it doesn't, they wind
Up shootin they cousin, they buggin'
I appear everywhere and nowhere at once
I know my style is bumpin
Even though some people front
It's the God of rap, you heard of it
The one that rhymes toward the
Sky givin airplanes mad turbulence
In rap tournaments, I reign permanent
Don't you think by now the number one
Spot I'm not concerned with it
The course of rap I'm turnin' it
Back to that good old fashioned way of
Getting cash money by earning it
No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus
Skills if you notice my position is lotus
Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless
Thinkin record sales make them the dopest
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One
Rock on

Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left
(Buku, buku! Alla de massive)
But the very best
(Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)
No MC can test (but one, one, one)
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they
Play every day for the, rapture