Digital - Goldie, Rob Playford

[Were gonna let you know whats live and direct

So you can go back and tell your crew:

Yo, I heard the new, new, new shit.

You ain’t even down

This is what time of day.

Nobody brought a taperecorder.]

--] from BDPs Live Hardcore World Wide

Youre not ready for this

Uh-huh.

You see, my name is KRS-One G

And um, see, when I be coming through, for the U.K.-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 youre with me

Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through

Im 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

Its 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 dont quit, Goldie has got to be the real sure shit

One, two and you dont quit, KRS-One and yes we do it 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 youre familiar let me fill ya

Its 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 -2x

I gotta get buckwild, I gotta get buckwild

I gotta get buckwild, coming through with that freestyle -2x

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 U.N.C.L.E.

when I cast dont fumble

Kris and Goldie drum n bass only no one can hold me

U.K. drum n bass all in your face

Got to represent U.K. up in this place

Representing like the internet

All the way from New York City down to your motherfucking 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 n 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 Im rhyming, timing is binding

But youre still finding, youll wait through what I say the number one DJ

On the microphone minds get blown

KRS-One again?

Yes this shits 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 -2x

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

Hahaha (laughter)

Stop!