Digital

Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!

You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with me.

Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through
I'm writing for the people, bite it if you need to
I can see through and see that, you saw an MC and tried to be that
That MC you saw was me can you believe that? And obey that?

True lyrics will always subvice and meaning rhymes equal actual life
Its the true essence in ebony, trace your record-sales G
Somethings are pure luck, other things are meant to be
I bet they'll mention me, in the next century:

KRS-One, innovator in early rap-poetry
Simultaneously you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000 Criminal Minded will still be rocking
You waste your time battling me I got mine happening, see?

You should have thought G, a little bit sooner
Instead of battling me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar

Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola
The point is whatever the outcome of the battle
The day goes on with more french fries and soda
One, two and you don't quit, Goldie has got to be the real sure shit
One, two and you don't quit, KRS-One and yes we do it like this

Buckle up your seatbelt we about to get busy
Lyrics get thrown like a frisbee, who is he?
The K, you gets dizzy all for the roots like Kizzy
And Kunta-Kinte in your city

Ask for Sensei not million more like teacher
Now you're familiar let me fill ya
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me rhyme
As were climbing up the speed, were finding what we need in the jungle

MC's stumble over their words and mumble over their verbs
Suddenly it occured: KRS-One, word!

KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital -2x
I gotta get buckwild, I gotta get buckwild
I gotta get buckwild, coming through with that freestyle -2x

You can run with this, on the junglelist
Only KRS-One can do it like this
Forever, and ever a decade embedder
Whatever, how ever, rough to the leather

Let me shedder flame as I go offstage and blow up game
In the jungle I spot the L. like U.N.C.L.E. when I cast don't fumble
Kris and Goldie drum n bass only no one can hold me
U.K. drum n bass all in your face

Got to represent U.K. up in this place
Representing like the internet
All the way from New York City down to your motherfucking set
KRS-One, you know how we do, son

Coming through on that break dance, one (one)
Two (two), three (three), you know how we be
Break dancing back in nineteen-eighty-three
Take the mill with a savoir-faire, man, when you stop and stare

The style is rare, no, you can't compare keep your eye right here
You can buy that there, or buy this right here
But guaranteed this will have your mind like Yeah!
Stumble, fumble, crumble Kris kicks these lyrics in the jungle

Making all these rappers mumble
Bass n drum to this all under this I got a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York

You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm rhyming, timing is binding
But you're still finding, you'll wait through what I say the number one DJ
On the microphone minds get blown

KRS-One again? Yes this shits sown
Like a microphone that's chrome all alone in your home
Definitely straight to your dome

KRS-One, come back in digital, digital, digital, digital

KRS-One

Ah, check it out now, check it out now, check it out now
As we take you back to nineteen-seventy-nine
KRS-One going back in time

Now, you throw your hands high in the sky-why-why
Hahaha (laughter)
Stop!