Krs-one - 5% lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One] Come! Come with me now! To a time, long forgotten [Verse One: KRS-One] (Grand Puba) I grew up in the streets, like everyone else But instead of pushin d** I push knowledge in self While them cats was in the back, smokin them moolies I was buildin with the Gods, who used to wear kufi's Africa pendents, with sevens on them Real black man summit y'all never saw 'em The cops caught 'em, real leaders, real street preachers Black Panthers style Poor Righteous Teachers This before the cell phones and the beepers Conscious black men with fly new sneakers Both styles came from us, guns bust We were Criminal Minded but In God We Trust Not that white man God the other one We didn't call that God we called our brother one And our sister was the Earth, peace God No need to act it (Now let me bless y'all with some j**els) [Hook: KRS-One] (Grand Puba) Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, freedom Justice, equality (Food) clothing Shelter, love, peace, happiness THESE ARE THE JEWELS TO LIFE [Verse Two: KRS-One] (*DJ Premier Scratchin) (**Grand Puba) (*Oh my God!) Where you think the cypher come from? (The Gods!) Who you think them cops were runnin from? (The Gods!) The streets were hard but the streets had Gods and Earths (**Sun, Moon and Stars!!!) This is my universe Rebirth, a new way of seein Seein black people as celestrial beings To raise our whole self esteem in We started Third Eye seein and seein what Martin was dreamin Gods on the boulevard buildin on life Wise Intelligent, King Sun, Just Ice King Aziatic nobody's equal Rakim, these are enlightened people The 5 percent, visit The School Of Mecca in Harlem If you never went, It's good time spent I'll bet ya come out with a new tactic But while we here (Kris go 'head, just drop it) [Hook: KRS-One] (Grand Puba) [Verse Three: Grand Puba] I deal with actual facts, I keep it right and exact And If in doubt I do without so I could stay on my route The original man the true ruler of the land Related to the universe by the Pineal gland Armed with epidermis so the sun won't burn us It's natural while others fry they in the furnace It's God Body don't let the 10 percent fool ya Teachin lies and false religion so that they can rule ya Why oh why got you lookin to the sky Got you believin that you 'gon get some heaven when you die Meanwhile, the 6th sense 'til you turn Unit followed by 21 ciphers you should run 196 million, 900,040 thousand, and we still in public housin Now It's our turn, listen Like KRS-One say, homey, You Must Learn