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(feat. Professor Ecks) [KRS-One] Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it By the sound of the track, you know who is back It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap Rappers tired of me sayin where hip-hop is at Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at TV is wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq When the question is, is where is Chandra Levy at? [Professor Ecks] Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Condit like conduct, to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art Punish the part, partition Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental I walk with Kris so my body's a temple Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God Letras de canciones [KRS-One] Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned? As we takin our turn, tell me what have we earned or is the ice and the cars our only concern Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin it out And on TV can't you see you be sellin us out So in 2010, look to 2002 Who you think they gonna respect, me or you? [Professor Ecks] Behold, the God, in the form of the man Walkin off water and (?) flesh absorbs in the sand Moor gets the land, divorcin the clan, I'm off into sand Off and I'm slayin delicate arms from porcelain hands Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game Cats take hip-hop's name in vain Disrespectin the forefathers who came (uh-huh) Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain [KRS-One] They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read what you wrote Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin these folks with they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on they throat What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote I'm an MC that won't, let them tempt me with coke [Professor Ecks] Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRS Used to love her, they (?) haven't made a date with death Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, Professin the student I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop (?) liver than heaters Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of Jesus Now the, blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth The game is overheated, overweeded, and misunderstood [KRS-One] Word, just a ride in they boat, with a platinum rope No doubt, they sellin us out, what's happenin loc? Quit this rappin I won't, cause MC'n is dope If I can't do it for the love then do it I won't How many times we note when these rappers is dope Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin your hope Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind my rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap [Professor Ecks] In this land of men mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws Live life like Christ, makin bread from mics and applause The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours I might (?) 'em all, tell me - is it life or it's war? [singer] Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, Goooyyyiyyiyyyiiiod, Gooyyyyiyyiyyyod My God, your God, our God.. is God, is God Change is gonna come, where you goin to run, but to God? To God, run to God, run to God Run to God, and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God, in your heart Let God in your heart, he will fillt he part Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, in youuuuuuur heart Take it to God, take it to God God Take it to my God, your God, take it to God Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, take it to God Just take it to God, run and, take it God Take it to Go-awd From Letras Mania