Krs-one - Digital lyrics

Dont erase what I did, dont erase the beginning! [Were gonna let you know whats live and direct So you can go back and tell your crew: Yo, I heard the new, new, new sh**. You ain't even down This is what time of day. Nobody brought a taperecorder.] --] from BDPs Live Hardcore World Wide Youre not ready for this Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G And um, see, when I be coming through, for the U.K.-crew Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this Now, if youre with me Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through Im writing for the people, bite it if you need to I can see through and see that, you saw an MC and tried to be that That MC you saw was me can you believe that? And obey that? True lyrics will always subvice and meaning rhymes equal actual life Its the true essence in ebony, trace your record-sales G Somethings are pure luck, other things are meant to be I bet theyll mention me, in the next century: KRS-One, innovator in early rap-poetry Simultaniously you will be forgotten While in the year 2000 Criminal Minded will still be rocking You waste your time batteling me I got mine happening, see? You should have thought G, a little bit sooner Instead of batteling me you need your plan your long heavity Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior The solar, followed by the lunar, followed by the solar Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola The point is whatever the outcome of the battle The day goes on with more french fries and soda One, two and you dont quit, Goldie has got to be the real sure sh** One, two and you dont quit, KRS-One and yes we do it like this Buckle up your seatbelt we about to get busy Lyrics get thrown like a frisbee, who is he? The K, you gets dizzy all for the roots like Kizzy And Kunta-Kinte in your city Ask for Sensei not million more like teacher Now youre familiar let me fill ya Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me rhyme As were climbing up the speed, we're finding what we need in the jungle MCs stumble over their words and mumble over their verbs Suddenly it occured: KRS-One, word! KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital -2x I gotta get buckwild, I gotta get buckwild I gotta get buckwild, coming through with that freestyle -2x You can run with this, on the junglelist Only KRS-One can do it like this Forever, and ever a decade embedder Whatever, how ever, rough to the leather Let me shedder flame as I go offstage and blow up game In the jungle I spot the L. like U.N.C.L.E. when I cast dont fumble Kris and Goldie drum n ba** only no one can hold me U.K. drum n ba** all in your face Got to represent U.K. up in this place Representing like the internet All the way from New York City down to your motherf**ing set KRS-One, you know how we do, son Coming through on that breakdance, one (one) Two (two), three (three), you know how we be Breakdancing back in nineteen-eighty-three Take the mill with a savoir-faire, man, when you stop and stare The style is rare, no, you can't compare keep your eye right here You can buy that there, or buy this right here But guaranteed this will have your mind like Yeah! Stumble, fumble, crumble Kris kicks these lyrics in the jungle Making all these rappers mumble Ba** n drum to this all under this I got a bundle of this For the junglelists, jump to this Kris from that Bronx, New York You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork Rewind, stop whining Im rhyming, timing is binding But youre still finding, youll wait through what I say the number one DJ On the microphone minds get blown KRS-One again? Yes this sh**s on Like a microphone thats chrome all alone in your home Definitely straight to your dome KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital KRS-One -2x Ah, check it out now, check it out now, check it out now As we take you back to nineteen-seventy-nine KRS-One going back in time Now, you throw your hands high in the sky-y-y Hahaha (laughter) Stop!