Lyrics When the Moon…feat. Courtney Terry - KRS-One

When the Moon…feat. Courtney Terry

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…