Krs-one - Ah-yeah Lyrics
Intro: krs-oneAh yeah, thats whatcha say when you see a devil downAh yeah, thats whatcha say when you take the devils crownAh yeah, stay alive all things will change aroundAh yeah, what? ah yeah!Verse one: krs-oneSo here I go kickin science in ninety-fiveI be illin, parental discretion is advised stillDont call me nigga, this mc goes for hisCall me god, cause thats what the black man isRoamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artistBlack women you are not a ***** youre a goddessLet it be known, you can lean on krs-oneLike a wall cause Im hard, I represent godWack mcs have only one style: gun buckBut when you say, lets buck for revolutionThey shut the ***** up, kid, get with itDown to start a riot in a minuteYoull hear so many bowe-bowe-bowe, you think Im riddickWhile other mcs are talkin bout up with hope down with dopeIll have a devil in my infrared scope, woy!Thats for calling my father a boy and, klak klak klak!Thats for putting scars on my mothers back, bo!Thats for calling my sister a hoe, and for youBuck buck buck, cause I dont give a mother*****Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope andYou black people still thinkin about vot-ingEvery president we ever had liedYou know Im kinda glad nixon died!ChorusVerse two: krsThis is not the first time I came to the planetBut everytime I come, only a few could understand itI came as isis, my words they tried to ban itI came as moses, they couldnt follow my commandmentsI came as solomon, to a people that was lostI came as jesus, but they nailed me to a crossI came as harriet tubman, I put the truth to sojournerOther times, I had to come as nat turnerThey tried to burn me, lynch me and starve meSo I had to come back as marcus garvey, bob marleyThey tried to harm me, I used to be malcolm xNow Im on the planet as the one called krsKickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to likeGet wit you, showin you, you are invincibleThe black panther is the black answer for realIn my spiritual form, I turn into bobby sealeOn the wheels of steel, my spirit flies awayAnd enters into kwame tureChorusVerse three: krs-oneIn the streets there is no eq, no di-do-di-do-di-doSo I grab the air and speak through the codeThe devil cannot see through as I unloadInto another cerebellumThen I can tell em, because my vibes go through denimAnd leather whatever, however, Im still rockinWe used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppinHave you forgotten why we buildin in a cypherYo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramidThe son of God is brighter than the son of manThe spirit is, check your dollar bill g, here it isWe got no time for fancy mathematicsYour mental frequency frequently pickin up staticMakin you a ***** body, attic and its democraticThey press auto, and you kill it with an automaticChorus
