Krs-one - Health, Wealth, Self Lyrics
Yeah.. yeah.. yup!You know what? I was just downstairsAnd I was on my way up here to the studio andA guy bumped into me andAnd he said.. he said, yo kris!How is it that you stay in this music?You know, this rap music ex-specially for so.. long.. so.. longI said, well you know years ago I made a deal with the goddessHe said, the goddess?I said, well yeah, you might know her as godBut I know her as the goddessThe universal motherThe mother of everything you see in existanceI ax-ked her for assistanceIn lyrical persistanceAnd she gave it to me, under one conditionShe said, Ill give you the giftBut use the gift to upliftI said, okay mom!So I tell you the truth, reallyMe nah gon need nuttin elseBut health, wealth, and knowledge of myselfMe nah gon need nuttin elseBut health, wealth, and knowledge of myselfIn the beginning was the word, the word was made fleshKnowledge k. reigns r. supreme s.Some of us guess while others of us are blessedTake heed to the word, that I manifestI manifest the future, the present, followed by the pastEverything in nature, rules by kickin assWhat they tellin me, but yo, you a friend to meSo ima tell you the secrets of mc longevitySecret one: if it aint fun, youre doneAnd about your career, huh, well choose another oneIf you dont like what you do, youre throughLesson two: make sure you got a dope crewNot some crew, thats like an anchor on a shoeA mad crew, thats of some benefit to youLesson three, might be contradictory or funnyBut mcs should have other ways of gettin moneyThats to say learn other things beside musicMake money elsewhere, hip-hop you wont abuse itToo many mcs, just emceeSo their longevity, is based on an uncle tomAt the record companyLesson four: sell your image, never sell a recordImage is respected, records come and goAnd get collectedEven the records of platinum artists, that used to rip shopCan be bought, for a quarter at the thrift shopWhich brings me to lesson number five, the illusionHas me thinkin, the minute they drop a recordTheyll be cruisin, in the acuraSlow down! youre still a amateurWhat seperates the pro from the amateur is staminaNot how long you can rhyme, but how long youve been rhyminChangin with the times, and findin yourselfStill cliiiiiiiiiiiimbin for wealthBlow for blow, youre still growin, still showin(all knowin) now thats a pro at itMe nah gon need nuttin elseBut health, wealth, and knowledge of myselfMe nah gon need nuttin elseBut health, wealth, and knowledge of myselfThank you mother, Im out
