Baptized in the Rumble (feat. KRS-One)

It's the Teacher, so listen just a little

While I fiddle with this riddle, maybe it'll make you jiggle

While you wiggle, it's a pickle, how your mental

Can just trick you, flick you, off the curb and forget you

But it's your spirit that lifts you

And the Temple of Hip Hop that comes to get you

Especially when your mind conflicts you, but it's simple

If you really Hip Hop, then it's only Hip Hop

You should live through

I know what you've been through

Cause I've been you

So this is how I begin to

Uplift you, be wise with the gifts

I give you

I hope we can see the day

Everybody gets to know

Maybe we should stop and pray

Let the Most High take control

This is just the way we say

Baby we need that

Knowledge Wisdom Women Children

Baptized in the rumble

Yeah man this the issue, how ya'll forget to

Fix you, n dip dodge the misuse

I pray the Most High forgives you, wish you

Could overstand the menu, this is the spirit of Vishnu

So deep within you, sharpen your Ginsus

Gotta ask why didn't you, get into the venue

And broadcast and blast the facts and since you

Deny the feline to subside the menstrual

Now we in a world where girls do what the men do

So when you see ya mama all the drama she been through

Hope you stop an honor cause the karma will bend you

I ain't the Dalai Lama but my prana so Hindu

Picture my fist on yo chin ooooh

This what I'm finst to do

To anyone trying to harm what they been through

I'll end you, resurrect you, hurry and bless you

Step back like Steph Curry and do it again to you

I hope we can see the day

Everybody gets to know

Maybe we should stop and pray

Let the Most High take control

This is just the way we say

Baby we need that

Knowledge Wisdom Women Children

Baptized in the rumble

And this is street knowledge, we get the greens like collards

I'm still he, since BDP and DMC and my Hollis

Is Fed Way, between the CD and Hilltop ballers

All we need was Jam Master and Scott LaRock I promise

RIP to Brother Marcus, pop-lockin' with Donnis

Back spinnin on Grandma's carpet, Pops showed me the cockpit

He gave me the keys baby, so I unlocked it

Doors open for the prophets, the flow's hypnotic

It's not a topic MCs can believe God logic

The style is gothic, time for me to build new projects

This Black man is Batman I'm Bruce Wayne so stop it

Cash stuffed in the pockets, my flow so faucet

My **** I'll spit a river, drown you in her and watch it

Pull you to the bottom til ya liver is nauseous

Then walk on the water til the waves become ya grave or your conscious

Boy this is Loch Ness, got this

I hope we can see the day

Everybody gets to know

Maybe we should stop and pray

Let the Most High take control

This is just the way we say

Baby we need that

Knowledge Wisdom Women Children

Baptized in the rumble