Bring It Back Lyrics - Krs One

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("Bring it back that old New York rap 

Bring it bring it back that old New York rap") repeats in background 

The only reality 

Is now... 

Yo! 

Verse One: 

I rock slow and easy like soul 

The New York flow is strictly for the pro 

Hip hop! Ladies and gents 

So you can know every word yo of the sentence 

Hey la like De La I got Common Sense 

Save the compliments for after I commence 

to evidence of MC's, rockin under false pretense 

Yes they get burned like incense 

Myrrh and frankencense, you know the consequence 

When you rock with KRS and don't make sense 

Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease 

I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities 

Agility's my credibility 

Oratorical artillery in all facilities 

It Takes a Village like Hillary 

when killin me, KRS has wide range capabilities 

On the microphone, in the combat zone 

MC's get eaten like the ozone layer 

Hey ya, I'm not a playa I'm a teacher 

But if I wanted your girl 

You'd be Living Single like Latifah 

Action Uptown like Monifah 

I hit like a beeper, and hot like the bunny on Easter 

Lyrically let me freak ya 

With moves like Scoob and Scrap 

Rock Stready, Stretch, Al and Kiko 

I warm up any room like a heater 

Bringin a New Balance to the speaker like a sneaker 

Still a teacher, prove it, like medicine squared 

This Garden of Eden, keeps the party movin 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 

Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Two: 

I'm interested in skill and how we build as a culture 

I don't eat off old material like a vulture 

Repeatin myself for wealth is bad for my health 

Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric 

From my inner spirit, then I share it with others 

As they hear me, enhancin 

East and West, overseas, brothers and sisters 

Sons and daughters transcended all borders 

I deal with mind expansion 

Anytime you aimlessly dancin, and romancin 

It's your life that you be chancin 

Not that I wanna sound gloomy 

But I don't rhyme about Judy Judy, cutie and shake your booty 

When you gonna grow up and be GOD? 

Instead of making a rap a full time job 

Yeah, it's a job and not an art 

They only rhyme to get money; 

cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts 

Rhymes, and cuts 

Tight minds and not tight butts 

Reach your goal, like a puck 

I wish you good skill and not good luck 

Cause only skills put you up out the gutter so I utter 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 

Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Three: 

That old New York flow means wrote for fun 

And if the money come, THEN THE MONEY COME 

But today and everyday, KRS speaks the truth 

We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth 

usin rap, to put clothes on they back 

No culture, or disciplined, way to act 

But soon yo, we'll take care of alla that 

We're huntin fi de power help supress people tracks 

That keep the culture intact, and soon you will see 

In the black community, black unity 

Not black nudity, after black puberty 

For every crew to see, to breakin down the black community 

The only one to blame is you and me 

For not takin responsiblity for our artillery 

Verbally, you heard of me, Knowledge Reigns Supreme 

Over Nubians Everywhere, I kick it cause I care 

The end isn't near, it's way over there 

BLAOW! The only reality is now 

But when I say bring back the old flava 

That means bring back the ORIGINAL MC behavior 

("Bring it back, that old New York rap 

Bring it bring back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X 

Verse Four: 

Now I got to show you how the BX rocks 

MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks 

Body body rock body body rock 

I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah 

Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down 

Who the hell is, pagin me at 5 o'clock in the mornin 

Where you gonna be, because... 

Fresh is the word, many money missin many 

Jenifa, oh Jenny 

We make up all these rhymes inside our head! 

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