[Verse 1: KRS-One]
You don't know the difference yet
So let's go up
This the music you listen to
As you roll up
On the scene I mean
It's knowledge reigns supreme I mean
I cover the whole face of hip-hop
Like I'm Maybelline
I got a crazy team
With over a million members
But rappers deal with numbers
MC's we deal with letters
Let-ters
They let you see
The formation of new ideas
As energy
Pass that pen to me
I'll freestyle above the average
I'm like a alien MC
Surrounded by savages (uh)
It's like a jungle sometimes
But I'm superior
Man I got bundles of rhymes
To clear this whole area[Verse 2: KRS-One]
You won't find me in the mainstream if you look
You gotta look a pioneer in them hist'ry books
Universal doesn't give me hooks
Nobody writes for KRS
You can read my books
Man I be's my looks
No makeup here
I don't hang around at the top
It's too fake up there
Forget being in the front
I'd rather sit in the rear
And chill with my real people
Way down here
And oh yeah!
I'd rather have a hundred true heads by me
Then one million fake fanatics standing behind me
Try me
I keep it roarin'
Grimy
In front of the local Shop 'n Go
Spitting flows is where you'll find me
In the club
They have to look
'Cause the crowd be jumpin' up from my classic hooks
Man I'm not the crook type
I'm more the book type
I exist so you can see what a master looks like