Krs-one - Where You At lyrics

[KRS-One] Get out of the car now! Woop-woop-woop Pull over Your rhymes is wack Haha Comin through on the track KRS-One Rascalz like that You'll get jerked, up in the neighborhood I run berserk Respect the Phase 2, respect to Kool Herc Time to do work, the microphone expert When the plug insert the mixer, I spurt I'm quicker to pick a rhyme and blow-blow your mind If you look closely you'll see the stop sign Cause my lyrical physique is tweaked to its peak I'm brand new, at the same time antique MC's be tongue-in-cheek when they speak, yet my technique is unique I rock from here to Mozambique, you go take a leak Your dialogue is an*log, mystical digital is my lyrical catalog Hogging rappers, clogging up rappers, smogging up rappers KRS is mind-boggling Eatin rappers like a White Castle with no ha**le As I unmask you the sixth member of the Rascalz KRS-One from the Bronx, representin as we stomp, there is no comp From America to Canada, lyrical stamina Comin through like that on the track Where you at [Hook: Red 1] + (KRS-One) Right here, so tell me what you want from me (Where you at?) Yo, right here where I'm supposed to be (Where you at?) Underground with that hip-hop sound (Where you at?) With the heads that be holdin it down [Red 1] Hey yo my turn to catch wreck, feel the effect when it connects The body checks, the rowdy roughneck is on set Intellect gun co*ked, ready with target on lock Unorthodox is my style cause it's for the hard knocks Baldhead and dreadlocks yo, strictly hip-hop We blow the shots and then escape from the cops Cause we Criminal Minded and rhymin with timin Like world domination we're custom-designin Reclinin, so pa** the hydro, let me hit it Yo, I'm with it and committed for life, can you dig it? The way we live it, we raw dogs with no muzzle We don't shoot, we guzzle, and leave a puddle To mark my spot so you'll never be where you should not Yo, it's the Bronx and Van City just in case you forgot Rascalz and KRS with the real hip-hop Still housin in 2000 and we ain't gon' stop [Misfit] Hey yo check it as I open your eyes, it's the Mr. Realize I got the mic control, so now we bound to capsize I flip a 48 for size, spit it just to mesmerize Tantalize and energize, as the sun rise I snatch the prize And got you open, now you scopin just to see How many MC's get dissed between us, don't intervene us Plus when I bust, the impetus rush my conscious To spit dope lines that make your heads fly like Pegasus Yo, when I rhyme my gift is like genocide or homicide I can't see any race that's safe and petrified So I stab your third eye, make you see why we're too wise The 3 guys that spit it on the mic bonafide Ain't a MC from east to west blazin like Waco Tex' Stop your heart and chest, make you feel it like stress That tailor-made from KRS and Rascalz manifest Beats to digest to get your head blessed like smokin sess [Hook: Red 1] + (KRS-One)