Clap your hands in jubilation, meditation
And I am Kool Moe Dee, so are you ready?
'Cause see, in the dark you need all three
400 years blood, sweat and tears
It's the job of another man
Born two times, but still one of a kind
Full of Africans, sold in America
Talk to the little ones
Stand up tall, get up and get up, y'all
This a KRS me say come
(Yeah, that's funky)
We dance together, we overcome
Check it, white man is European
It should be long nose American for the white man
Hard as diamond, knowledge shinin'
He bothers to give his son his soul
I rise and shine like the sun on the one
Special shout to Melodie
And you'll see they'll listen
(Yeah, that's funky)
See the light like a crack of dawn
Get up
For some still the light won't shine
It's that time and it's all in the timin'
The thought alone is arousin'
The sixth and seventh is how you elevate it
Jump around and move your bottom, what
Reurgitatin' the garbage we're fed
When I speak on beat I'm tryin' to connect us
Combine the rhyme to anyone of nine
Now you want me to call myself American
The comatosed and the cracked are reborn
Ain't that funky?
You see onto instead of into
Ain't that funky?
Read it, hand it, see em three ways
The truth is infinite, like math
Your eyes are ears when you hear what you see
To few while missin'
No fear 'cause I'm in there
White man never say Euro-American
Each one teach one, if you can't find one
Cause papa don't raise no punks
What, come in a dance and we come down for sing
If you seek, we'll find
And black man is African
Rise and shine
Learn your past, find your path
This a KRS with a different something
You see what you want to, instead of what you been through
[Unverified]
Brothers are live, but still unborn
To what's left us messed up
Holdin' my mic like the staff of Ra
Then the white man is American with a long nose
Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year
We got my man Chuck D in the house from Public Enemy
(Yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky?
Ain't that funky?
View, as I watch our Exodus
When the higher conscious connect it's just
A wake up call to wake up all
The five senses are all correlated
Egos dressed up, got us reffed up
You can take the rhyme I say
Countdown to the year 2000
Who knows his role as a father
The microphone is my funky scepter
[Unverified]
Who makes a boy into a man
Got to help a mother for me
If the black man is American with a afro
Are you ready, to elevate
Ain't that funky?
When we see our way with the third eye
Yeah, sounds like a job for the brother man now
It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
Recreation, procreation of the mind
The rain is over, and the sun is here
So why should the black man say Afro-American?
So heed the word of the brothers
'Cause three live brothers are here
As I rhyme on time you'll illuminate
Ain't that funky?
And pass it on, to never front
Even though America kill di African
Rise with the sun and think with a bird's eye
(Yeah, that's funky)
Ring ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
[Unverified]
'Nuff slave ships come from Africa
'Cause this time dawn is dawn of the dead
You can take a shot in the dark, but keep missin'
We got KRS one from Boogie Down Productions
You aim with one eye, you just don't listen
Make no mistake, we don't shake or stutter
Bringin' true light after dark
(Yeah, that's funky)
Got to make it know and to pass it down
(Yeah, that's funky)
