Ha! Ha! Huh! Huh! What's this?
Yo, huh, huh, huh

I'm the one that steps in the club
Ya not see it
Givin dap, givin pounds and hugs
Ya not see it
In the club I'm not lookin for love
Ya not see it
Gimme the mic and I'll show you whassup
Better believe it
I'm not at the bar, whatever the pub
Ya not see it
Still they sendin me these bottles of bub
Ya not see it
But I will open the minds of thugs
Ya not see it
Who you think really bring in the drugs
Ya not see it
60 million people smokin the bud
Ya not see it
Cause the American way of life is bugged
Ya not see it
You never peep it, yo this ain't a secret
Ya not see it they confiscate it, resell it
You retrieve it, ya not see it!
So believe it while you sit there weeded
Ya not see it
Hip-Hop culture who gonna lead it
Ya not see it k, R, S One, ya not see it
Peace love unity and havin the fun
Ya not see it

Cocaine business control America
Ganja business control America
KRS-One still causin hysteria
Illegal business control America
Diamond business control America
The oil business control America
KRS-One still causin hysteria
Illegal business control America

Yo, rise up brother, raise up sister
Visualize wealth, put yourself in the picture
Very few cats gon' tell you the half
Ya not see it
Cause they're really only after the cash
Ya not see it
But they wind up sellin they own ass
One album, two album
They gone they don't last
So hold on a minute now, don't be so fast
Knowledge Reigns Supreme with me
Ya won't crash
Ha, I'm the cat that spit's the raw
Ya not see it
They can't believe when I hit the tour
Ya not see it
I'm not ready to retire for sure
Ya not see it
I'm from the 70's, I'm down by law
Ya not see it
We passed fliers door to door, ya not see it
Popularity's growin more and more
Ya not see it
Conscious rap where the heart is at
Ya not see it
We be screamin WHERE THE PARTY AT
Ya not see it
But instead of the Bacardi sack
Ya not see it
Fallin out in the party in the back
Ya not see it
Let me show you where the art is at
Ya not see it
Put down your money I'm takin all of that
Ya not see it
All the clubs they be callin me back
Ya not see it
I'm never short cause I'm taller than that
Ya not see it
I'm only showin you the other way out
Maybe I'm preachin but this is
What love is about, ya not see it

KRS, I speak when I must
This that official underground rap
This you can trust
I stand outside the industry and
There's many of us talkin mad shit but for
Those who not bilingual, plenty of stuff
My whole crew is why you can't
Get with any of us
Reason I'm not on TV cause
I'm not sellin you nothin
I'm not rhymin for a Bentley
Or a house this plush
I spit for the conscious, what about us?
Time's up, time to open that mind up
Temple of Hip-Hop sign up, devils we bind up
When I'm up rhymin cuts your spirit
Hear it and shines up
Climb up before you wind up takin

Scratching

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): LAWRENCE KRSONE PARKER, RODNEY LEMAY, SCOTT MONROE STERLING