Oh yes -- I know where the top is
Yo where them hoes at? I don't know
South South, Bronx
C'mon let's bring it back
I never was a king and I'm not the Pres
C'mon let's bring it back
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they cake
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I were you
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin your child?
The underground sound, this is not easily found
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Waitin for some young buck to come and sip from the cup
South South, Bronx
When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln
C'mon let's bring it back
Follow this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed
You in the crib, on the low
Yo where my heart is at?
My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers
BO
South South, Bronx
South South, Bronx
We get up and go
I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is
Yo where my people at?
I'm a preacher tryin to bring my people back from the dead
Yo where my people at?
You got them headsets on the go
And continue with the menu puttin new knowledge in you
Do what you gotta do
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is
Raw rhymes for raw times
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where it started at?
Yo where my heart is at?
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm holdin up
Goin over potholes with Tahoes
But wherever God at, I'ma go
That's why when they call back for the show, with no video
South South, Bronx
Peep it out while I tell ya like this
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
South South, Bronx
Here's the truth if it be told, gather 'round
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin straight to your head
Yo where my people at?
I got a question and a lesson cause I know what you been through
My synopsis ain't pretty
Yo where my people at?
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away from the feds
South South, Bronx
You just saw me at the show oh you don't know?
Those that already filled, still take swallows
South South, Bronx
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
C'mon let's bring it back
You know the radio's late, you know they play what you hate
I give 'em a hard rap and a flow
Who am I? Just a scholar called K-R-S
You know you got to pay for these spins
South South, Bronx
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make
Change the dial! I was free then and I'm free now
But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Yo where my people at?
South South, Bronx
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called sins
South South, Bronx
You got to be thinkin you know that you shrinkin
It's the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
Yo where my heart is at?
Yo where it started at?
Yo where my people at?
Look around for conscious rappes yo there ain't none left
South South, Bronx
South South, Bronx
Yo where my heart is at?
South South, Bronx
You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed
South South, Bronx
Here's what we gotta do, follow
But
You don't need no rings to be down
I'm a philospher sayin what has got to be said
And when it's tour time, we open more minds
South South, Bronx
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you right now
Philosopher style is known to be wild
You can spend your money on others but they ain't blessed
South South, Bronx
This is, past the platinum and gold
C'mon let's bring it back
In every single hood in the world I'm called Kris
We already had 'em, it's old
You free, runnin to MTV? I don't see how
You need to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
Yo where my heart is at?
South South, Bronx
South South, Bronx
You know the love of the cars and the rims
You ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down
You my sister I'll be tryin to get you out of the bed
South South, Bronx
South South, Bronx
You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
South South, Bronx
