Step Into A World (Rapture's Delight) [Radio Edit]

Step into a world (klaka klaka, klaka klaka)

Where there's no one left (buku, buku! Alla de massive)

But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)

No MC can test (but one, one, one)

Step into a world, where hip-hop is me

Where MC's and DJ's

Build up their skills as they play every day for the rapture

Yeah, what, what

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

I'm 'bout to hit you with that traditional style of cold rockin'

Givin' options for head knockin' non-stoppin'

Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin', but styles can be forgotten

So we bring back the raw hip-hoppin'

Just like the records and tapes, you be coppin'

Cop some breakdancin', boogie poppin', and lockin'

Tic tockin', guaranteed to have you clockin'

We only get better and only better we have gotten

This type of flow don't even think about stoppin'

Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin'

All music lovers in the place right now

That never understood the way that KRS got down

Yo, I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin'

Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion

If a dope lyrical flow is a must

You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust

I'm not sayin' I'm number one, uh, I'm sorry, I lied

I'm number one, two, three, four, and five

Stop wastin' your money on marketing schemes

And pretty packages pushin' dreams to the fiends

A dope MC is a dope MC

With or witout a record deal, all can see

And that's who KRS be son

I'm not the run-of-the-mill, 'cause for the mill I don't run

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Step into a world, where hip-hop is me

Where MC's and DJ's

Build up their skills as they play every day for the rapture

Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike

Until I recite, in black and white, what's right

Let me take flight, my style is tight and good

Tight and good, come, is it tight and good

Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap

All in yo' - crack, - don't pass dat

Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback

I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap

No past rappin', youth trackin', talent lackin'

MC's more worried about their financial backin'

Steady packin' a gat as if something's gonna happen

But it doesn't, they wind up shootin' they cousin, they buggin'

I appear everywhere and nowhere at once

I know my style is bumpin', even though some people front

It's the God of rap, you heard of it

The one that rhymes toward the sky givin' airplanes mad turbulence

In rap tournaments, I reign permanent

Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it

The course of rap, I'm turnin' it

Back to that good old-fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it

No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus

Skills if you notice, my position is lotus

Now quote this, MCs are just hopeless

Thinkin' record sales make them the dopest

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Step into a world

Where there's no one left

But the very best

No MC can test

Step into a world, where hip-hop is me

Where MC's and DJ's

Build up their skills as they play every day for the rapture