Kool Moe Dee, Chuck D, KRS-One - Rise 'N' Shine

And yes y'all, the sounds that you hear is gonna be so real You'll have no fear 'cause three live brothers are here We got KRS-One from Boogie Down Productions Special shout to Melodie We got my man Chuck D in the house from Public Enemy And I am Kool Moe Dee So, are you ready? Are you ready to elevate? As I rhyme on time, you'll illuminate Hard as diamond, knowledge shinin' It's that time and it's all in the timin' 400 years, blood, sweat and tears The rain is over and the sun is here Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year No fear 'cause I'm in there Holding my mic like the Staff of Ra Bringing true light after dark Brothers are live, but still unborn It's almost morn' and it's time to mourn See the light like the crack of dawn The comatose and the cracked are reborn Regurgitating the garbage we're fed 'Cause this time, dawn is Dawn of the Dead Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Rise 'N' Shine Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) Get up I rise 'n' shine like the sun on the one We dance together, we overcome A wake-up call to wake up all Stand up tall, get up and get up, y'all Clap your hands in jubilation, meditation Recreation, procreation of the mind If you seek, will find Born two times, but still one of a kind Learn your past, find your path The truth is infinite like math Countdown to the year two thousand The thought alone is arousin' When we sing y'all wink with the third eye Rise with the sun and think with the bird's-eye view As I watch our exodus When the higher conscience connects us just (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (And shine) Get up! (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (And shine) Get up The microphone is my funk receptor When I speak on beat I'm trying to connect us To what's left us messed up Egos dressed up, got us effed up You see onto instead of into You see what you want to instead of what you been through You can take the rhyme I say Read, hear and see 'em three ways Combine the rhyme to any one of nine For some, still, the light won't shine You can take a shot in the dark, but keep missin' You aim with one eye, and just don't listen To see in the dark you need all three Your eyes are ears when you hear what you see The five senses are all correlated The sixth and seventh is how you elevate it (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Come down) (yeah, that's funky) (And shine) (check it out) Rise 'N' Shine (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Huh) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Check it out) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (And shine) (come down come down come down) Ring, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding This a KRS sound with a different something (what) Come down and dance and we'll come down for sing This a KRS and me say go 'Nough slave ships come from Africa Full of Africans sold in America Now you want me to call myself American? Even though America's kill the African? (Check it) White man is European And Black man is African White man never say Euro-American So why should the black man say Afro-American? If the Black man is American with a afro Then the white man is American with a long nose It should be Long-Nose-American for the white man Jump around and move your bottom (what) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (please, Lord) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (And shine) get up (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (Rise) ain't that funky? (Yeah, that's funky) (And shine) get up (hey) Make no mistake, we don't shake or stutter So heed the word of the brothers Who makes a boy into a man? It's the job of another man Who knows his role as a father? He bothers to give his son his soul And pass it on to never flunk 'Cause papa don't raise no punks Got to make it known and to pass it down Yeah, sounds like a job for the brotherman now Got to help a mother for me (uh) Each one teach one, if you can't find one Talk to the little ones And you'll see they'll listen to fill the missin' piece To rise 'n' shine