At The Temple Past Due (Ft. KRS-One, Mr. Chief & Sicky Brett)

[Intro: KRS-One]

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
KRS One with Past Due as you can hear these cats ain’t like the last crew
I’m in here climb in here the mic I commandeer at the temple you can find me there
I’m that dude with the knotty hair no copy here man a battle would not be fair
Yo sicky you got me? YEAH
I flow like the blood on a steak my style is rare
Edutainment you must learn ahh yeah these are my rolex’s and cartier’s
When the prophet speaks the speech is quite clear
The wicked they bumbling dreams and nightmares
So the obvious choice for you is quite clear, go within man take the fight there
Let go of sin begin to fight fears go within lift you chin and wipe your tears

[Verse 2: Mr. Chief of Past Due]
If they’re welling up give them some Kleenex, But please show the teacha his respect
Even a legend recognizing that we next, and we ain’t rocking no skinnies or v-necks
Back when my boombox only had tape decks
I never though I'd be rocking for paychecks
Saving up just to cop me an ADAT, those are the days I remember from way back
Yeah we stayed on the grind and it panned out
Without a major cosign or a handout
No more black clouds homie its packed crowds
Filled with cats from the trap to the frat house
No genre the style is sir fry, I’m from Detroit but we taking it worldwide
Without rap I’d be dead or in fed time, so if you’re looking you can find me in best buy