And yes y'all
 
 The sounds that you hear
 
 Is gonna be so rare
 
 You 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
 
 Holdin my mic like the staff of Ra
 
 Bringin true light after dark
 
 Brothers are live, but still unborn
 
 It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
 
 See the light like a crack of dawn
 
 The comatosed and the cracked are reborn
 
 Reurgitatin 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 and 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 and 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, we'll 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 2000
 
 The thought alone is arousin'
 
 When we see our way with the third eye
 
 Rise with the Sun and think with a bird's eye
 
 View, as I watch our Exodus
 
 When the higher conscious connect it's just
  
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 (Yeah, that's funky)
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 (Yeah, that's funky)
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 Get up
 
 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, get up
  
 
 The microphone is my funky scepter
 
 When I speak on beat I'm tryin' 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 it, hand it, see em three ways
 
 Combine the rhyme to anyone 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, you just don't listen
 
 Cause 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
  
 
 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 and 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)
 
 Go now, go now, go now, go now
  
 
 Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
 
 This a KRS with a different something
 
 What, come in a dance and we come down for sing
 
 This a KRS me say - come!
 
 Nuff slaveships come from Africa
 
 Full of Africans, sold in America
 
 Now you want me to call myself American
 
 Even though America kill di African
 
 Check it, white man is European
 
 And blackman is African
 
 White man never say Euro-American
 
 So why should the blackman say Afro-American?
 
 If the blackman 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
  
 
 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
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 (Yeah, that's funky)
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 (Yeah, that's funky)
 
 Ain't that funky?
 
 Get up
  
 
 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 front
 
 Cause papa don't raise no punks
 
 Got to make it know and to pass it down
 
 Yeah, sounds like a job for the brotherman now
 
 Got to help a mother for me
 
 Each one teach one, if you can't find one
 
 Talk to the little ones
 
 And you'll see they'll listen
 
 To few while missin'
 
 Peace, to rise and shine