feat. Professor Ecks

[KRS-One]

Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational

KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo

Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it



By the sound of the track, you know who is back

It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap

Rappers tired of me sayin where hip-hop is at

Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats

Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack

In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at

TV is wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq

When the question is, is where is Chandra Levy at?



[Professor Ecks]

Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop

And admit to Condit like conduct, to kill Ecks the dread

And Kris crucified the false prophet

John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it

Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art

Punish the part, partition

Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental

I walk with Kris so my body's a temple

Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God



[KRS-One]

Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned

or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?

As we takin our turn, tell me what have we earned

or is the ice and the cars our only concern

Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin it out

And on TV can't you see you be sellin us out

So in 2010, look to 2002

Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?



[Professor Ecks]

Behold, the God, in the form of the man

Walkin off water and (?) flesh absorbs in the sand

Moor gets the land, divorcin the clan, I'm off into sand

Off and I'm slayin delicate arms from porcelain hands

Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game

Cats take hip-hop's name in vain

Disrespectin the forefathers who came (uh-huh)-aca