of the prophets The wicked can rule ya but the knowledge can stop it Souls can't be controlled, it's a spiritual thing But you got the knowledge, knowledge is king Knowledge is king
Übersetzung: Ice Cube. Color Blind (feat. Threat, Kam, Wc, Coolio, King Tee, J-dee.
Übersetzung: Kool Moe Dee. Knowledge Is King.
I'll always love a true fan Someone ready to do me right Once she knows the man I admit I love it in public Cause it's cool being Kool Moe Dee But behind
competition spans From country to country It's never too far cause I'll take 'em all From the Shah to the Czar The Fu Man Chu The Prime Minister too The King
race I'ma hit the top Just when I wanna And it's a matter of time And I'm gonna Cause I know when to Go 'head enter The classic Moe Dee rap That sent
Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen and ladies Adults teenagers adolescents and babies No if's and's but's or maybe's I want the whole world to rock today
I'm T-N-T And I just can't lose An emcee with a fuse When it's lit I hit With the lyrical wit Of a scientist Tryin' this Sugar coated Rhyme loaded With
lower level With no spiritual level Read the Holy Koran Or the Bible Because it's liable To be a revival For the weak who seek power it'll bring Infallible power Knowledge is king
It's time that we discussed this I'm disgusted I don't trust it What's this About New evidence brings doubt On who took King out Must have had clout Took
the men They don't understand how I've got so much cash Then I get mad and tell them to ask Their daughter I bet she bought a Kool Moe Dee tape For her
The man with the money So they wanna get with The microphone master And ride shotgun So people can see ya And think I got one No sorry nothin's happenin' Moe Dee
listners They enlist in the Hip hop mob on the job Stop dissin' us No drugs at all We don't steal or rob We just get paid In the Moe Dee mob I demand
it out y'all Tre - Treach Dee Jay Check it out y'all Tre - Treach Dee Jay Check it - check it - check it out Tre - Treach Dee Jay Tre - Treach Dee Jay Treach Dee
: [Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin'
our new born king Uh-huh And the beat goes on, yeah the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La-dee-da-dee-dee La-dee-da-dee-da The
Spades Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day You asked for Donnie G oh won
re never down in the dumps ?Cause when the drummer boy thumps The Rhumba jumps! "Hep hep", they hollered The moment they landed, "Wea?ve got a Rhumba the king
