KRS One

Bring It Back

KRS One


Ha hahaha! 
("Bring it back that old New York rap 
Bring it bring it back that old New York rap") repeats in background 
The only reality 
Is now... 
Yo! 

Verse One: 

I rock slow and easy like soul 
The New York flow is strictly for the pro 
Hip hop! Ladies and gents 
So you can know every word yo of the sentence 
Hey la like De La I got Common Sense 
Save the compliments for after I commence 
to evidence of MC's, rockin under false pretense 
Yes they get burned like incense 
Myrrh and frankencense, you know the consequence 
When you rock with KRS and don't make sense 
Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease 
I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities 
Agility's my credibility 
Oratorical artillery in all facilities 
It Takes a Village like Hillary 
when killin me, KRS has wide range capabilities 
On the microphone, in the combat zone 
MC's get eaten like the ozone layer 
Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher 
But if I wanted your girl 
You'd be Living Single like Latifah 
Action Uptown like Monifah 
I hit like a beeper, and hot like the bunny on Easter 
Lyrically let me freak ya 
With moves like Scoob and Scrap 
Rock Stready, Stretch, Al and Kiko 
I warm up any room like a heater 
Bringin a New Balance to the speaker like a sneaker 
Still a teacher, prove it, like medicine squared 
This Garden of Eden, keeps the party movin 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Two: 

I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture 
I don't eat off old material like a vulture 
Repeatin myself for wealth is bad for my health 
Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric 
From my inner spirit, then I share it with others 
As they hear me, enhancin 
East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters 
Sons and daughters transcended all borders 
I deal with mind expansion 
Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and romancin 
It's your life that you be chancin 
Not that I wanna sound gloomy 
But I don't rhyme about Judy Judy, cutie and shake your booty 
When you gonna grow up and be GOD? 
Instead of making a rap a full time job 
Yeah, it's a job and not an art 
They only rhyme to get money; 
cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts 
Rhymes, and cuts 
Tight minds and not tight butts 
Reach your goal, like a puck 
I wish you good skill and not good luck 
Cause only skills put you up out the gutter so I utter 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 
Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Three: 

That old New York flow means wrote for fun 
And if the money come, THEN THE MONEY COME 
But today and everyday, KRS speaks the truth 
We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth 
usin rap, to put clothes on they back 
No culture, or disciplined, way to act 
But soon yo, we'll take care of alla that 
We're huntin fi de power help supress people tracks 
That keep the culture intact, and soon you will see 
In the black community, black unity 
Not black nudity, after black puberty 
For every crew to see, to breakin down the black community 
The only one to blame is you and me 
For not takin responsiblity for our artillery 
Verbally, you heard of me, Knowledge Reigns Supreme 
Over Nubians Everywhere, I kick it cause I care 
The end isn't near, it's way over there 
BLAOW! The only reality is now 
But when I say bring back the old flava 
That means bring back the ORIGINAL MC behavior 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 
Bring it bring back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Four: 

Now I got to show you how the BX rocks 
MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks 
Body body rock body body rock 
I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah 
Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down 
Who the hell is, pagin me at 5 o'clock in the mornin 
Where you gonna be, because... 
Fresh is the word, many money missin many 
Jenifa, oh Jenny 
We make up all these rhymes inside our head! 
Yo, let's connect politic ditto