Digital - Goldie
Composed by：Price/Parker/Kris Parker (Krs1)/Goldie/Playford/Rob Layford
Don't erase what I did don't erase the beginning
Were gonna let you know what's live and direct
So you can go back and tell your crew
Yo I heard the new new new s**t you ain't even down
This is what time of day nobody brought a taperecorder
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 UK 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
It's the true essence in
Ebony trace your record sales G
Somethings are pure luck other things are meant to be
I bet theyll mention me in the next century
KRS one innovator in early rap poetry
Simultaniously you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000
Criminal minded will still be rocking
You waste your time batteling me
I got mine happening see
You should have thought G
A little bit sooner
Instead of batteling
Me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like sammy davis junior
The solar followed by the lunar
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 s**t
One two and you don't quit
KRS one and yes we do it like this
Like this
Like this
Like this
Like this
Like this
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
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me rhyme
As were climbing up the speed
We're finding what we need in the jungle
Mcs stumble over their words and mumble over their verbs
Suddenly it occured KRS one word
KRS one come back in digital digital digital digital
KRS one come back in digital digital digital digital
I gotta get buckwild I gotta get buckwild
I gotta get buckwild coming through with that freestyle
I gotta get buckwild gotta get buckwild
I gotta get buckwild coming through with that freestyle
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 uncle when I cast don't fumble
Kris and goldie drum and bass only no one can hold me
UK drum and bass all in your face
Got to represent UK up in this place
Representing like the internet
All the way from New York city down to your motherf**king set
Krs one you know how we do son
Coming through on that breakdance one one
Two two three three you know how we be
Breakdancing 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 and drum to this
All under this I got a bundle of this
For the junglelists 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
Youll wait through what I say the number one DJ
On the microphone minds get blown
KRS one again yes this s**ts on
Like a microphone thats
Chrome all alone in your home
Definitely straight to your dome
KRS one come back in
Digital digital digital digital
KRS one
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 y y
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
