Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When The Moon , by - KRS-One. Release date: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When The Moon |
| Yeah, YEAHHH, yeah… word |
| For my next number I’d like to bring up a young lady named Courtney Terry |
| And uh, my name is KRS-One |
| It’s gonna go like this |
| When the moon is filled with those that died |
| And you prefer the style of KRS-One |
| MC’s around the planet |
| Has loved the styles you brung — hit 'em dunn |
| Feel this, feel it |
| C’mon! |
| Now get your hands up |
| Uh, uh, uh, c’mon, c’mon |
| Yeah, c’mon, yeah, yeah |
| Open up the door let me come in the place |
| Before you recognize the raw yo it’s right in your face |
| Just a little taste, yo I’m kind of nuts like Planters |
| Behave and your save your money cause this album is bananas |
| I’m flashin just a little style, for a LITTLE while |
| Been flowin like the Nile from when you was just a child |
| Now it’s '98, and I will NOT hesitate |
| You be floatin in the lake, you not no heavyweight |
| You’re lightweight, I devestate, on a equal basis |
| No I’m not a racist but no race could really face this |
| I hate this — no I don’t; |
| you face Kris — no you won’t |
| You know you broke, cause what you wrote, ain’t really dope |
| Like a billygoat, I’ll ram your set like BLAOW~! |
| Who CARES how you like me now, you underground |
| Boogie Down, let me make one thing clear |
| BX baby, this is our year |
| Try here and die here it’s too fly here |
| As I drew my spear near, think what to do my dear |
| I’m new and clear, my clarity’s amazin |
| Still blazin, play the low on occasion |
| You know the deal! |
| Yeah, c’mon! |
| Uhh… c’mon, c’mon! |
| Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yo, yo |
| I’m small and not bigger, drink water not liquor |
| So I smart outquick ya lyric makin move like a ninja |
| I’m all up in ya like blood |
| My whole style is devestatin you’re renovatin like HUD, what? |
| You’d expect when I’m on the set don’t forget |
| I’m givin and catchin wreck, you still ain’t ready yet |
| Better yet when I connect ALL Y’ALL HIT THE DECK |
| Heck, you might as well sign over that publishin check |
| You ain’t worthy, my style is ugly and dirty |
| If you ain’t close to 30 you really haven’t heard me |
| But don’t worry, hurry into clubs I get wit 'em |
| Got styles for the 80's 90's and the new millenium |
| Only sucker MC’s be like «KRIS DOESN’T SHIT WIT 'EM» |
| Cause they can’t get with him, only the best sit with him |
| Cops don’t be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him |
| Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?! |
| Courtney tell 'em, c’mon! |
| Showbiz represent |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Yo, yo, yeah, c’mon, c’mon |
| Straight to your mental it’s the style of the Temple |
| Worldwide representin the microphone and the pencil |
| Like BROOKLYN BROOKLYN be always funky fresh |
| Dope hooks and dope rhymes, that’s always KRS |
| Their words can’t hit me, they dogs can’t sic me |
| Their knives can’t stick me, it’s GOD~! |
| Think quickly |
| For those that have picked me and picked me cause I’m witty |
| I thank you; |
| others, I simply outrank you |
| You make me laugh B — battle? |
| Don’t gas me |
| You should ask me to make your style more crafty |
| Rockin for decades a hip-hop and reggae medley |
| Always right when I write like Betty |
| Boop, together with a ready loop, and many troops |
| Kickin better letters with extras like veggie soup |
| Smashin any group or solo |
| You better go yo, my style is def, your style is so-so |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh, c’mon! |
| UHHH, KRS-ONE! |
| Yeah, yeah, and |
| Uh-huh, yo, yeah, yo, now get your hands up~! |
| Showbiz — now get your hands up! |
| KRS — now get your hands up! |
| Courtney Terry — now get your hands up! |
| Yo yo — now get your… |