Things Is About To Change Lyrics - The Mix Tape - Krs One

Word up, it's just a little somethin' to tide you over 

Word up, the KRS style album comin' soon, KRS-One 

All in the room, we gonna bounce these cats this year 

Word up, why they do this? Ha, yo, yo 

I climb up the back of rappers, reach over they head 

And rap backwards at 'em, excuse me, madam 

I used to throw these Uzi's at 'em 

But I'm a teacher, skills I truly have 'em 

These clubs, I duly pack 'em 

Potential lawyers, engineers and doctors, I do attract 'em 

Go to your professors and ask 'em 

If the songs of the edutainment in college 

They didn't blast 'em 

Yes, I'm that ancient one, I set the framework 

For today's rappers to make they funds 

But no, you don't know me son 

My facial features matches the Sphinx with it's nose redone 

You know how many clubs we done, rocked? 

You know how many guns we done, popped? 

You know how many funds we done, dropped? 

You know how many ones we done, got? 

We been gettin' live since the days of Chubb Rock 

We know how to survive, these other cats 

Be in at nine o'clock then be out at five, uhh 

We doin' the overtime on stage, I over-rhyme 

Makin' these whack rappers tow the line 

Steppin' to me, I know you blind 'cause your whole flow 

Your show, your style, you know it's all mine 

The first time you learned to spit, it was either me 

Kane, Rakim or Slick Rick 

Welcome to the KRS style 

This year I had to switch styles and bust off, two missiles 

And that's not all, rappers have the gall 

To pray and pray for my downfall but still in all 

I have X amount of lyrics to get 'em all 

Live at the club, I spit 'em all 

Rappers backstage lookin' sad and pitiful 

'Cause they know I'm the pinnacle and they minimal 

I spit the metaphysical, the spiritual 

The oracle, the lyrical, the oratorical 

Rookie, I'll mop the floor wit you 

I'm the lyrical foundation to all your flows 

All your clothes, all your shows and I'm not alone 

You wouldn't even know how to hold the mic or the phone 

You couldn't even bite on the bone 

While we was rockin' mic's out in Rome 

Now you hyped 'cause you grown 

You know we internationally known 

The people love it, but what they learnin' 'bout 

Is on the whole, look above it, but let us get back 

To what we call hip-hop 

Before you, whack rappers went, pop