Krs-one - The I lyrics

Where shall we land, there? Which city shall we destroy today? This one, or that one? This one? [KRS-One] Take a look a look around, we last forever We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle We free MC's, what we decree will not desert you We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin We calculate against the continued cries of our children They may be cryin now but they won't be cryin later We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the cla**es Create instrumentals, write hooks and rock ma**es NONE pa**es, without studyin this flow It's all good as long as you know Kris know! [Chorus: Mad Lion] While I deal with I, Jah talk to I When I dem go alike, only de one comply Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I If you don't unify your children them a gon' cry [KRS-One] I stand with the rejected, the unsuspected, the unconnected The neglected the one you, never suspected It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back Sayin that's my sound, and that's my sound And that's my track, and that's my rap And that's some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin it back I'm actually, I'm everywhere at every time Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind KRS is my representative on Earth Challenge him not, he's been hip-hop since birth His main objective, is to put hip-hop in perspective Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities [Chorus] [Mad Lion] Inna style dem a {?}, yo alla dem a cry Dey worship slackness and to be under sky We lead dem to de water but we cyan't make dem drink p**y to take a sip, cause it gon' make you t'ink We don't usually {?} sh** {?}, yo alla dem a sing Wisdom wort more den any diamond and gold People use it and find it like de Dead Sea Scrolls [KRS] Take dem Lion, take 'em, take it over! [Mad Lion] Cause of dem outer, dem outer, dem outer inter outer inter Outer inter outer inter out of control Dey neva find wisdom til dem dead ohhh Mad Lion make de {?} roll KRS make up a sea and bulge ya Of the story of never been told-a Cause we outer, outer, inter outer outer ese Out of control, out of control I'm so serious ay (what?) We don have no time fi play, ay (tell 'em again) Some people diss dem {?} hell's in this world But dey'll come around one day [KRS-One] Yo, yo, only Beezlebub think my voice is aggravatin Children of light hear my voice and start congregatin The mind's debatin, is he a prophet or is he Satan? But the tree is only known by it's fruit, what am I creating? What am I stating? Have I stood the test of time? Or am I fading, or has God blessed my rhyme? Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better day daily