[bad word] 
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah!

Verse One: KRS-One

So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still dont call me [bad word]  this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black women you are not a [bad word] you're a Goddess Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD Wack MC's have only one style: gun buck But when you say, Let's buck for revolution They shut the [bad word] up, kid, get with it Down to start a riot in a minute You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY! That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK! That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO! That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a [bad word] Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and you black people still thinkin about vot-ing Every president we ever had lied You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died!

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Verse Two: KRS

This is not the first time I came to the planet But everytime [bad word]  only a few could understand it I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it I came as Moses, they couldn't follow [bad word] I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the [bad word] to Sojourner Other times, I had [bad word] as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had [bad word] back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like get wit you, showin you, you are invincible The Black Panther is the black answer for real In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away and enters into Kwame Ture

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Verse Three: KRS-One

In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do So I grab the air and speak through the code the devil cannot see through as I unload into another cerebellum Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim and leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid The son of God is brighter than the son of man The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is We got no time for fancy mathematics Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic

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