Текст (слова) песни: KRS-One - Ah-Yeah

 
Intro: KRS-One 
 
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 nigga, 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 motherfuck 
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! 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse Two: KRS 
 
This is not the first time I came to the planet 
But everytime I come, 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 my commandments 
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 truth to Sojourner 
Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner 
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me 
So I had to come 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 
 
Chorus 
 
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 
 
Chorus
 

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2nd Quarter
3rd Quarter
A Friend
Ah-Yeah
Ain`t Ready
Ain`t the Same
Attendance
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Fourth Quarter
I Been There