Turn The Volume Up
Class in session now
Most can't take it but Imma spit it anyhow
Young 'uns getting money
It's funny they think they're ready now
Old folks gossip and bickering
Sounding petty now
This is why the universe threw this verse it
Has sent me now
Just to let you know if you spit
That flow keep it steady now
Do not be distracted by this one, that one
Or other sounds
You can talk that hate but it's
Better to spread that love around
This is just that wisdom I
Give to those that's listening
Yeah I keep it gangster but
Consciousness Imma mix it in
This is KRS let me warn
You I'm not the normal
I'm that part of hip hop
That edutains and informs you
You can talk that murder
That mayhem but lеt me warn you
I know the game
You rеap what you speak that's
How they caught you
Take a minute and listen to
The flow that supports you when I spit it
Your spirit it rises like it ought to
So turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up
The devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up up, up, up, up
I am the primitive, native, indigenous
Savage
Aboriginal, KRS-One is not the average
Barbarian, heathen, and pagan
Burnt faced negro
Original man that's what you're facing
Haitian, Baysian, Jamaican black Asian
Knife in the chest of the
Colonist that's still slaving
The Indian, the Simian, the maroon
The pygmy them
The Ethiopian, the black Carthaginian
Why focus on a continent when
The Earth's my domain
The ancient ones are my ancestors
And I live with them kushite, Kemite
Mapping the stars in the night
Divine minds guide us from the
Sciences of living right
Europa before Jehovah and black Noah
The agriculturalist
I am the reaper and the sower
The higher and the lower
The all-seer and the knower
I been here already I'm just
Doing it all over
Reincarnated, the holder of a boulder
The black Atlas holding the whole
World on my shoulders
Money folder, much older, street soldier
KRS we will be here forever I told you
So turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up
The devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up up, up, up, up
Up on the last verse, blast first a Nazi
You know how long these industry
Fools trying to stop me
But they not me, they copies, they not free
I'm the pharoah
Bow and arrow they can't top me
The ancient one, I talk to Anunnaki watch me
Laying on the set
These rappers turning punani
Cause they know they mocked me
Now I'm in my armor
Spear to the throat, now what my name
Chris Parker
There's no computer screen, I am dope
You the fiend
Your name is what a loser mean
You on the losing team
I come back spitting raps
I am looking super clean
My name is what knowledge means
Your name what stupid mean
Nightmare, right there, I don't fight fair
Man it's quite clear
You want the truth keep it right here
People always telling me all these
Rappers are under me
That's true, I'm coming up on album number 23
Fuck with me, I don't sound like nobody
I'm no copy i am no Gotti, a Nazi
I don't wait in no lobby
You know where to find me if you look look
These rappers are shook shook
Knowledge reigns supreme
My gats go buck buck
So turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Turn the volume up the devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up
The devil's time is up
Just turn the volume up up, up, up, up