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Voice: So, you're a philosopher?
KRS: Yes, I think very deeply. [repeated and scratched] [Verse One] Let's begin, what, where, why, or when will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be asking you, 'Who is more dramatical?' This one or that one, the white one or the black one pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna diss you like me, we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response You think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just seckle! [Verse Two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, 'Start this,' I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar It ain't about money cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad, but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock... [Verse Three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!' this is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?! So yo, what's up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin' why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sounds? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88, you suckas... |
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(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was given) Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, known as the caution: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle Total domination on stage Kris is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a little car You come into the place with that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll slide you to a funky beat So what do we have here? A sucka in fear I snatched your heart Put it way up on the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you're lost At three, you're just soft At two you're an ass At one, you're a dick But before you slip, I'll whip Cuz homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little cut over there I add my name K-R-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on schedule One after another, another to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your larynx It may get lower havin' sex Or may get higher When bustin' as a liar These are the things I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? If you come up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap It's funny Just dissin' you I can make money But noone's tippin' My message is simple: Ya' slippin! (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') E-N-O, S-R-K When you go through other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound alike Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top growing The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the winning team So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet We'll pick you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off But you won't even change that to say instead I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you inherit that ass kicking I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.) |
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Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say 'go back' to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say 'USA for Africa?!' Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O |
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{*30 seconds in: DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*}
Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America [KRS-One] One afternoon around eleven o'clock It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time The cops passed by, but he stayed calm Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself, 'They look like they know me' They drove away, but he didn't stay He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab But guess who he saw when he hit the block It was the same cop car, the same two cops They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun They said, 'Don't try to fight and don't try to run Cooperate and we will be your friend Non-cooperation will be your end' He jumped in the car, and while they rode they ran down the list of things he owed They said, 'You owe us some money, you owe us some product Cause you could be right in the river tied up' He thought for a second and he said, 'What is this? You want me to pay you to stay in business?' They said, 'That's right, or you go to prison cause nobody out there is really gonna listen to a hood,' so he said, 'Good! I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood' Because Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} [KRS-One] A guy named Jack, is sellin crack The community, doesn't want him back He sells at work, he sells in schools He's not stupid, the cops are the fools Cause everyone else seems to go to jail But when it comes to Jack, the cops just fail They can't arrest him, they cannot stop him Cause even in jail the bail unlocks him So here is the deal, and here is the facts If you ever wonder why they can't stop crack The police department, is like a crew It does whatever they want to do In society you have illegal and legal We need both, to make things equal So legal is tobacco, illegal is speed Legal is aspirin, illegal is weed Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya But cocaine is legal if it's owned by a doctor Everything you do in private is illegal Everything's legal if the government can see you Don't get me wrong, America is great place to live But listen to the knowledge I give Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what what what what, What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, BDP takin over America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine, sensai Aspirin, coffee Morphine, sugar Tobacco, got to go {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what can we get..'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what, what can we get..'*} Yeahhhhh, ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what what what, what can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeahhhhh, cocaine business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what..'*} Illegal business controls America |
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[KRS-One]
_By All Means Necessary_ Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One Mixed, by DJ Doc And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} BDP is in full and total effect I'm gonna shout out a couple of names We're gonna do it like this DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} D-Nice.. Scott LaRock.. KRS-One, I think that's me And you know what? I'm down with BDP {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So right about this time you should throw your hands up in the air How many people got Nike's on? If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air If you don't got Nike's on I think you need to keep your feet down Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} and we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin? So all the suckers out there that wanna test It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And at this point, we gettin a little stupid I'd like to say, DJ Doc is in the back chillin out On the 48-track board without a doubt Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane Heavy D, and Eric B. Melody, D-Square {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So just throw your hands in the air Just throw your hands in the air KRS-One is here without a care And I don't have NO fears homeboy So all the suckers out there that wanna test BDP It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Now, here's what we do on the 48-track board We look around for the best possible break And once we find it, we just BREAK.. .. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} There's two ways to do this, you see what I'm sayin? If you feel the board, you feel around We got tracks one to track 48 We find track seven, and break it down! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay.. this album has been funded by the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay, we gon' play a little game, break it down Doc Like this, or like THIS {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist I used to write KRS-One all over the place All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And another thing: me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place but we left B-Boy Records And you know what happened after that point? Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} |
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Hahahahaha...
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC I am a teacher teaching rap, and of course I am back Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them All about the guy who first is down but then he lies what he is to you, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us And in a hurry, just in the nick of time Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles Well here's the first style, right out the pile It's called vocabulary. Difficult, isn't it? At least is looks that way when you witness it Kill (kill?) meaning to deprive of life Fiancee: future wife Poet (poet): a person who writes poems Wandering, meaning to roam Everyone sees me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate is a very very big mistake It rhymes with frustrate and aggravate Let me just demonstrate why I won't abbreviate Television, a view of scenes transmitted Every single second you get it Pepsi (what?) the choice of a new generation Fired from work: termination Quality: something special about an object or person Can you rock a party without rehearsing? I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm More than just a recording artist kicking dust (who?) I'm a sandstorm, taking human form K plus R S equals one I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done And when you're done, then I serve Like alphabet soup, (letters) letters, (words) words Sentences, chunks of meat into a paragraph Get the meaning then ask the question 'bout the guy Who first is down but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh Please step back, let me progress Meaning to advance, you only get a glance Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme Or sayin' some rekkid, that should respect it, select it I'm never ever wack or reject it Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it I travel the nation by mostly plane I travel New York by either cab or the train Some say that I'm insane, they say Why would you want to ride the train (But I) but I don't care, as long as I get there I never used to pay my fare, but now I think I got to Because from a jail cell I can't rock you That's being incarcerated, meaning locked up (A tool) a tool for holding water is a cup or pail, The opposite for fresh is stale (The largest) the largest sea-mammal is a whale Beer is called ale, or sometimes it is called brew (A group a) a group of human beings is a crew You know what I'm gonna do? Explain Criminal Minded Cause much too many people still are blinded Let me rewind it, and elaborate on blinded, meaning can't see through me He he he he he, these people make me laugh The way they like to change up the past So when you're there in class, learning `his story' Learn a little of your story, the real story It doesn't pay to know the life and times of someone else It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health I go for self, but the real self is one with all This self who's by himself does fall Down, just like the guy who first was down, but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker All right, now, hear we go.. |
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Intro
The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus |
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[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn! It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions SEEN? Yes.. come mi say Intro/Chorus: KRS-One Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha [KRS-One] Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U. And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological; why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best but frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Chorus [KRS-One] Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not 'Hey!' Cause 'Hey' will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't carrrre You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO! Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Chorus [KRS-One] Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe YES! ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Chorus |
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When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence
But when they are challenged on some rock group, the result is always silence Even before the rock and roll era, violence played a big part in music It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it No, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body But yes, of course it's violent to protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent when under the christmas tree is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up The same type of fightin' we do, they do except we've got nothing to blow up It doesn`t matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny That's only if you base your life around competition and money Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time The people down with me know this every minute they hear me sayin rhymes I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet, and Big Daddy Kane They know that by all means necessary that peace is the name of this game Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary. |
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