KRS One - Ah-Yeah lyrics

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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