Step Into A World lyrics

Artist  : One Krs 
Song : Step Into A World
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








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 *cut
and scratch of KRS saying "but
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!

Verse
One:

I'm bout to hit you wit that
tradional 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 beams
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 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!

Chorus

Verse
Two:

Yeah, yeah
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, old
King go Blast 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!

Chorus