Krs-one - High School Rock lyrics

Wake up your mind black people it's ill Superior people use superior sk** We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I'll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I'm climbin Newsflash here's the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part Hook: I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherf**ers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It's played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I'm already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, k**in me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master's here! Hook (x2) Now which motherf**er wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it's open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty a** sound, beginner What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You'll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile or fertile {pronounced "fertil"} Your reflex's slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let's start building