Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Your Self Up, artist - KRS-One. Album song Sneak Attack, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
Get Your Self Up |
Yeah |
(Yeah) |
Yeah |
(Yeah) |
Ah-ha |
(Ah-ha) |
Ah-ha |
(Ah-ha) |
Hardcore! |
Word |
Hardcore! |
(You really think they’re ready, black?) |
Let’s break it all the way down |
All the way down |
Huh-huh |
Don’t be fooled… |
Don’t be fooled… |
Rap is something you do |
Hip-hop is something you live |
Rap is something you do |
Hip-hop is something you. |
(*crowd responds «live!») |
Rap is something you do |
Hip-hop. |
(*crowd responds «is something you live!») |
You are not just doing hip-hop. |
(*crowd responds «You are hip hop!») |
Yeah |
Let’s get this started |
Word up |
You gotta — get — your — self — up |
You been knocked down? |
Get yourself up |
You been shot down? |
Get yourself up |
You been locked down? |
Get yourself up |
Get — your — self — up |
Been knocked down? |
Get yourself up |
Been shot down? |
Get yourself up |
You been locked down? |
Get yourself up |
What is a real hip-hop MC? |
Is it MTV? |
Is it BET? |
Is it five M-I-C's so the people can see? |
I mean, how you think you’re free when you act like property? |
Tell me, how do you judge an MC when he’s rockin'? |
I mean, rockin' it live, not pickin his cotton? |
I mean, adjusting his clothes? |
I mean, how do you know |
Before you come to the show that you’re not gettin heated? |
That you’re not gettin cheated? |
That you ain’t come to the club thinkin', 'I must’ve been weeded'? |
(Word) |
You got to be a educated consumer |
Spend your money on MC’s 'cause these rappers’ll do ya |
All they want is your cash, ass, grass, gas and a flick |
When you ask for that autograph they ass-dash quick |
Beware of the rapper, he talks like it don’t matter |
He pulls his gat while we bust off the gat-ler |
This is «The Sneak Attack» |
The «Edutainment» style returns like that |
Take it off your shelf |
'Cause all we deal wit is knowledge of self, health and wealth |
Not Stealth bombers, leather goose bombers |
Original hip-hop armor on cd-rom — uh |
You got to get with a |
21st century philosopher |
Representin' the religion of hip-hop sir |
Those that oppose are foes and will get rocked — uh |
Stop, uh |
I rise like a helicopter |
Like Zulu I’ll Shaka, crowd |
With a beat that’s loud |
Huh, I’m black and I’m proud, irrelevant |
I’m black and intelligent |
I teach my kids to watch the education they give 'em |
'Cause it’s really all about street wisdom |
True hip-hoppers don’t bleed |
True hip-hoppers don’t need |
True hip-hoppers don’t speed |
No time for greed |
True hip-hoppers do read and will lead |
Not plead |
Will sow seeds that breed |
Ah-ha that’s safer than weed, indeed |
True hip-hoppers don’t slave |
True hip-hoppers don’t crave |
Silver and gold, we’re not amazed |
We live F-R-E-E |
If you not into lyrics you can’t really hear it nor see me |
My philosophy keeps it plain and simple |
Here it is: the kingdom of hip-hop is within you |
Or is it the kingdom of hell that sends you? |
I’m ringin a bell within you |
You only seekin to sell |
That’s what sin do |
It tells you to put your craft on a menu, a chart |
So they can sell you and your art |