Step Into A World (Rapture's Delight) [Radio Edit]

Step into a world

Where there's no one left

But the very best

No MC can test

Step into a world, where hip-hop is real

Where MCs and DJs

Build up their skills as they pray every day for the rapture

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

I'm 'bout to hit you with that traditional style of cold rockin'

Givin' options for head knockin non-stoppin'

Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgotten

So we bring back the raw hip-hoppin'

Just like the records and tapes you be coppin'

Cop some breakdancin', boogie poppin', and lockin'

Tic tockin', guaranteed to have you clockin'

We only get better and only better we have gotten

This type of flow don't even think about stoppin'

Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin'

All music lovers in the place right now

That never understood the way that KRS got down

Yo, I'm strictly 'bout skills and dope lyrical coastin'

Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion

If a dope lyrical flow is a must

You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust

I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh, I'm sorry, I lied

I'm number one, two, three, four and five

Stop wastin' your money on marketing schemes

And pretty packages pushin' dreams to the fiends

A dope MC is a dope MC

With or without a record deal, all can see

And that's who KRS be, son

I'm not the run of the mill, 'cause for the mill I don't run

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Step into a world

Where there's no one left

But the very best

No MC can test

Step into a world, where hip-hop is real

Where MCs and DJs

Build up their skills as they pray every day for the rapture

Yeah, yeah (What?)

Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike

Until I recite, in black and white what's right

Let me take flight, my style is tight and good

Tight and good, come is it tight and good?

Old styles I pass that, slow down on fast rap

All in yo' ass crack, cocaine? Don't pass dat

Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback

I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap

No past rappin', youth trackin', talent lackin'

MCs more worried about their financial backin'

Steady packin' a gat as if something's gonna happen

But it doesn't, they wind up shootin' they cousin, they buggin'

I appear everywhere and nowhere at once

I know my style is bumpin', even though some people front

It's the God of rap, you heard of it

The one that rhymes toward the sky giving airplanes mad turbulence

In rap tournaments, I reign permanent

Don't you think by now the number one spot, I'm not concerned with it?

The course of rap, I'm turnin' it

Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it

No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back the focus

Skills if you notice my position is lotus

Now quote this, MCs are just hopeless

Thinkin' record sales make them the dopest

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Yes, yes, y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on

Step into a world

Where there's no one left

But the very best

No MC can test

Step into a world, where hip-hop is real

Where MCs and DJs

Build up their skills as they pray every day for the rapture