South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

Raw rhymes for raw times

My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine

And when it's tour time, we open more minds

You need to rethink who you think is the greatest of all time

I got this,

I'm raw like

Freddie Foxxx is

Hardcore like

The LOX is,

Ccott La Rock is where

Tupac isWhere hip-hop is, digitally underground like shock is

Oh yes, I know where the top is

But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is

My synopsis ain't pretty

I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if

I were you

Do what you gotta do

But while you wave them flags, remember

Amado, Diallo

Here's what we gotta do, follow

I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow

Those that already filled, still take swallows

Goin' over potholes with

TahoesYou don't think,

I know? Huh!

I'm lookin' at you right now

You ain't dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin' down

You in the crib, on the low, you got them headsets on the go

You just saw me at the show, oh you don't know?

It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow

Yo where them hoes at?

I don't know

But wherever

God at, I'm-a go,

I give 'em a hard rap and a flow

That's why when they call back for the show, with no video

We get up and go!

Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while

I tell ya like this

In every single hood in the world

I'm called

KrisIt's the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya

My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers

The underground sound, this is not easily found

You don't need no rings to be down

This is past the platinum and gold

We already had 'em, it's old

Here's the truth if it be told, gather 'round

Philosopher style is known to be wild

If you only holdin' them guns, who's holdin' your child?

You got to be thinkin' you know that thinkin' you shrinkin'

When the art of navigation has been reduced to a

LincolnChange the dial!

I was free then and

I'm free now

You free, runnin' to

MTV? I don't see how

You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin' they cake

You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make

You know the radio's late, you know they play what you hate

That's why you got that

Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape

You know the love of the cars and the rims

Tattooed arms and timbs, are also called sins

You know you got to pay for these spins

You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end

Bo!Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

I never was a king and

I'm not the pres

I'm a teacher like that reefer goin' straight to your head

I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people back from the dead

I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all away from the feds

You my sister

I'll be tryin' to get you out of the bed

I'm a philosopher sayin' what has got to be said

I don't fill you with lead,

I bring that knowledge instead

Follow this dread,

I'll take you from

A to ZedWho am

I? Just a scholar called

KRSYou can spend your money on others but they ain't blessed

You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed

Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't none left

I'm holdin' it down, better yet

I'm holdin' it up

Waitin' for some young buck to come and sip from the cup

And continue with the menu puttin' new knowledge in you

I got a question and a lesson 'cause

I know what you been through

ButWhere it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!)

C'mon let's bring it back!

The South,

South Bronx, boy