Lyrics:

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel.. street gospel [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] Yo where my people at? [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] Yo where my heart is at? [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] C'mon let's bring it back [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS-One] Raw rhymes for raw times My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine And when it's tour time, we open more minds You need to rethink who you think is the ''Greatest of All Time'' I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is Oh yes -- I know where the top is But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is My synopsis ain't pretty I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou .. Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow Those that already filled, STILL take swallows Goin over potholes with Tahoes You don't think I know? Huh! I'm lookin at you right now You ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down You in the crib, on the low You got them headsets on the go You just saw me at the show - oh you don't know? It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole DIFFERENT flow Yo where them hoes at? I don't know But wherever God at, I'ma go I give 'em a hard rap AND a flow That's why when they call back for the show, with no video We get up and go! [Chorus: repeat 2X] [KRS] Yo where it started at? [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] Yo where my people at? [all] South South, Bronx! [KR