When the Moon... [Aquarius]

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