[Intro: SUN-WON & KRS-One]
Yo check your mic, let's check these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word
We got the sound, let me know when the break is coming in
Nah, there's no break, I am just going straight through
Aight, kick that shit

[Verse: KRS-One]
Heaven-sent, I can prove this
Any crowd turn me up loud, KR will move this
Long before Eazy-E was MC, he was ruthless
Kickin' rhyme, spittin 'rhyme, freestyle, I does this who's this
You don't know me, homie, I am the one and only
I turn your tool into a toll and tell you you owe me
You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie
I'm KRS-One, my power is now: Eckhart Tolle
These rappers are bony and lonely
I catch 'em coming out of Shoney's
I don't Oscar or admire they baloney
No phony, I spit for the time from the mind
So when I spit off the head, of course I am ahead of my time
Yes, I'm better with rhyme and it's evident
I'm the lyrically benevolent kind, this shit you never gonna find
I am spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job
Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse they soft
That is when they get robbed and disappointed
They not anointed, I get 'em set up like an appointment
I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire
Spit the truth, no liar, heaven-sent this is higher
The mic cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion
This song becomes a knockout with the right hook
I'm raw, meaning not cooked
These fake rappers heads are down
Because into the face of KRS they do not look
40 cal. style, ram-pam-pam like big drums
When I heat up the cup to 420, it's done
Light up the Cheech with the Chong, I teach when I come
Knowledge reigning supreme, what these rappers is speaking is dumb
It's a treat when I come, I'm not what you used to
I'm the return of Khufu all over these tracks like "Choo-Choo"
I am the Guru so when my teaching premiers, it's Gang Starr
Hitting you and your man in the same car
These wack rappers, fuck who they are
KRS is like a hooligan, hittin’ 'em all with the same bars
Hooligans, hittin' 'em with the same bars
Yo' wack style just ain’t ours, Venus to Mars
I’m teaching with bars, spitting these bars
But youngins under 21 can’t even get into these bars
So I don’t blame 'em if they not seeing these bars
‘Cause when I hit 'em with my universe, all they seeing is stars
Speaking of bars when I spit one
You can see it's all about impact over an income
The big one, multi-directional and exceptional
Ten of my first twenty albums are all collectibles
You feel the heat when I am next to you truly legendary
Underground, undetectable and revolutionary
Most of what is going on today, you know we knew already
I tried to teach our people of poverty
It took too many and shook too many
We can see what a curse is so I re-emerge
Show these youngins who the first is
The minister, frying rap chickens like Church's
And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses
IV bags, your family picking out hearses
It's like you at the Barclays Center and you won't survive these verses
Sprite means spirit so I obey what my thirst is
The whole planet of this so-called Earth is what my turf is
KRS-One
[Outro: SUN-WON]
Okay, okay, hold on, hold on, yo, I got this
This shit is gon' be fire
Levels is on point
You sound good out here
Let's get this project started