Step into a World (Rapture's Delight)

Step into a world
Where theres no one left
But the very best
No MC can test
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MCs and
DJsBuild up their skills as they play every day
For the, rapture
Yeah, what what
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Im bout to hit you wit that traditional style of cold rockin
Givin options for head knockin non stoppin
Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten
So we bring back the raw hip-hoppin
Just like the records and tapes you be coppin
Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin
Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin
We only get better and only better we have gotten
This type of flow dont even think about stoppin
Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin
All music lovers in the place right now
That never understood the way that
KRS got down
Yo, Im strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin
Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
If a dope lyrical flow is a must
You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust
Im not sayin
Im number one, uhh
Im sorry,
I liedIm number one, two, three, four and five
Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes
And pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams
A dope MC is a dope
MCWith or without a record deal, all can see
And thats who
KRS be son
Im not the run of mill, cause for the mill
I dont run
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Step into a world
Where theres no one left
But the very best
No MC can test
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MCs and
DJsBuild up their skills as they play every day
For the, rapture
Yeah , yeah
Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike
Until I recite, in black and white whats right
Let me take flight, my style is tight and good
Tight and good, come is it tight and good
Old styles
I pass dat, slow down on fast rap
All in yo ass crack, old king go blast dat
Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback
I publish like ascap lyrics for hand clap
No past rappin, youth trackin, talent lackin
MCs more worried about their financial backin
Steady packin a gat as if somethings gonna happen
But it doesnt, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin
I appear everywhere and nowhere at once
I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front
Its the God of rap, you heard of it
The one that rhymes toward the sky givin airplanes mad turbulence
In rap tournaments,
I reign permanent
Dont you think by now the number one spot
Im not concerned with it
The course of rap
Im turnin it
Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it
No bogus hocus pocus,
I bring back to focus
Skills if you notice my position is lotus
Now quote this,
MCs are just hopeless
Thinkin record sales make them the dopest
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Yes yes yall, ya dont stop,
KRS-One, rock on
Step into a world
Where theres no one left
But the very best
No MC can test
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MCs and
DJsBuild up their skills as they play every day
For the, rapture