Rise 'N' Shine

(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