Krs-one - It Appears lyrics

[Intro] Is this thing on? It's on? Let me know when you want me to stop [Verse 1] Right foot 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 pa**ionate heat Entrepreneur, I'm not asking to eat I'm off to Geneva, I'll be back in a week [Hook] All through the years, in the end ? [Verse 2] 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 j**els 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 [Hook x2]