Yo where my people at? South, Bronx
Yo where my heart is at? South,
C'mon let's bring it back
My albums are underground
But this blessing is all mine
who you think is the greatest of all time
I got this, I'm raw like Freddy Foxx is,
hardcore like the Loxx is,
Scott LaRock is where Tupac is,
digitally underground like Shock is
Oh yes, I know where the top is,
but I'd rather rhyme about
how crooked some of these cops is,
my synopsis ain't pretty,
I'd stay off them planes and out the city
If I were you, do what you gotta do,
but while you wave them flags,
remember I'm a dude Diallo,
here's what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip -hop in you if you're hollow
Those that already filmed,
Goin' over potholes with Tahoe's
I'm lookin' at you right now
You ain't dancin' in a club
You in your car, sittin' down
You in the crib, on the low
You got them headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show
It's the temple of hip -hop
Comin' with a whole different flow
Yo, where them hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, I'ma go
I give him a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call
With no video, we get up and go
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
Come on, let's bring it back
Yo, where it started at? South, Rock!
Yo, where my people at? South, Rock!
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
Come on, let's bring it back
Peep it out while I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the world,
It's the truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
You don't need no rings to be down
This is past the platinum and gold
We already had em, it's all
Here's the truth if it be told
Gather round Philosopher style,
If you only holdin' them guns,
who's holdin' your child?
you know that you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation
has been reduced to a linkin'
I was free then and I'm free now
You free, runnin' the MTV,
You know the real from the fake,
you know they steal and they cake
You know it ain't about the art,
it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late,
you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that K -Slay
You know you got the paper that spins
You know the rap magazines
from beginning to the end
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
Yo, where it started at? South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at? South, Bronx
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
I'm a teacher like that reefer
going straight to your head
I'm a preacher trying to bring my
people back from the dead
I'm a leader trying to keep
you all away from the feds
I'll be trying to get you out of the bed
I don't fill you with lead,
I bring that knowledge instead
I'll take you from A to Z
Just a scholar called KRS
You can spend your money on others
Look around for conscious rappers,
yo, there ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, better yet,
Waitin' for some young bop
to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu,
puttin' new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson,
cause I know what you been through
But, where it started at?
Yo, where my heart is at?
Come on, let's bring it back
Yo, where my heart is at?
Come on, let's bring it back