Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000) by Boogie Down Productions (보컬) on maniadb.com

Intro

The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by

KRS One.

Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

Come in!

Verse 1

Many have claimed to attain levels in rhymin'

But when I listen to 'em I see they're only lyin'

They're tryin' but after some years if you ain't got it

Lay it down put it down find a way to try and stop it

Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer

Don't touch the microphone because you'll always be the loser

And laughed at, smirked on, you don't belong

With those that perform their song on and on

And on and on and on, yo, let's get specific

This style is for the gifted, poetically uplifted

I speak to you, not at you to attack you

Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue

So now I ax you or tell you people literally

When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics few are better than me

Down with BDP, endlessly recitin' poetry

Any time I'm in the street, you hear my voice, you know it's me

KR...nope! I'm not ready to say my name yet

Many say they teach, but this style they haven't attained yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!

Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!

Bye bye bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!

Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye

Verse 2

Run it, son, plumb it you bum

Don't you know that it's KRS-One

That comes to sing the styles that ain't sung

I rocked the party, but oh! Gotta run

'cause only the suckers want a chance at that

To see if KRS-One is really all that

Instead of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back

Because the teacher that you see is not wack

I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made

Three albums, a triple-layer cake

And throw it in your face you waste

Pick up the pace and taste a poet from the black race

While I whip you whine, you're out of touch

I'm out of time, here's another rhyme

(The black man's in effect. Jeeeeeeesus! Oh gosh, dude. Oh gosh. Oh

yes, dude. Yes)

(What's the name of that crew? B.D.P)

(Say what? I'm not down with the Juice Crew)

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Verse One

The day begins, with a grin
And a prayer to excuse my sins
I can walk anywhere I choose
Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew
We're not here for glamour or fashion
But here's the question I'm askin
Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?}
They're only taught how to read, write, and act
It's like teachin a dog to be a cat
You don't teach white kids to be black
Why is that? Is it because we're the minority?
Well black kids follow me
Genesis chapter eleven verse ten
Explains the geneology of Chem
Chem was a black man, in Africa
If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya
Genesis fourteen verse thirteen
Abraham steps on the scene
Being a descendent of Chem which is a fact
Means, Abraham too was black
Abraham born in the city of a black man
Called Nimrod grandson of Kam
Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan
Here, let me do some explaining
Abraham was the father of Isaac
Isaac was the father of Jacob
Jacob had twelve sons, for real
And these, were the children of Isreal
According to Genesis chapter ten
Egyptains descended from {Hahm,Kam}
Six hundred years later, my brother, read up
Moses was born in Egypt
In this era black Egyptians weren't right
They enslaved black Isrealites
Moses had to be of the black race
Because he spent fourty years in Pharoah's place
He passed as the Pharoah's grandson
So he had to look just like him
Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song
Yo, correct the wrong
The information we get today is just wack
But ask yourself, why is that?


Verse Two

The age of the ignorant rapper is done
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
The stereotype must be lost
That love and peace and knowledge is soft
Do away with that and understand one fact
For love, peace must attack
And attack real strong, stronger than war
To conquer it and its law
Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history
Reinforces mystery
And when mystery is reinforced
That only means that knowledge has been lost
When you know who you really are
Peace and knowledge shines like a star
I'm only showin you a simple fact
It Takes A Nation of MILLIONS to Hold Us people Back
Which is wack, but we can correct that
Teach and learn what it is to be black
Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?

Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non-commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K-R-S plus One equals
Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable
The peofessional while I guess that you'll
Grab the album that rocks most on the market
Strong hearted with a target
--Bloo-- and the target is hit
I shot the lyric then reload the clip
--Bloo-- another shell hits the ground
Along with the shell my opponents weak crown
--Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after
What a disaster listen to the laughter
Your heart I capture
Cause every lecture has tecture
If you're wack I say next sir
Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness
Only the teacher speaks this
Dialect, which gains nuff resect
Which money can't buy you yet
I don't care cause Boogie Down Productions has both
The most worldwide coast to coast
We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound
Try the ghetto cause I refuse to let go
You see you don't understand I knew it
You got a copy I read from the blueprint

Keepin' it on track
And never wack
Please step back
If you speak the weak rap
Cause I alone can dis your whole pack or posse
Stupid sit there and watch me
You can't stop the original with a copy
Sloppy very sloppy you slouch
Every time I bite you yell ouch
Breakout get lost your throat is hoarse
You lost cause I'm dope of course
--One and Two and Three and Four--
But that comes from years of practice
Anti-slackness anti-wackness
Throw on the glasses and teach the masses
Very simple the question I ask is
How many MCs must get stomped
Before somebody says Kris has no calm
Thousands both here and overseas
If you're soft I say please leave
Here's the door here's your hat coat and mitt
Cause here we read from the blueprint

* was also featured in the movie "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka"

(KRS-One)
Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
but it's HERE, and everybody's in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being
Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN
until somebody starts MUSHIN
all these suckers, claimin to rule the environment
(Nah man, I ain't buyin it)
You seem to think that everybody can be taught
that everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

(KRS-One)
He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
(That's right boy, anything goes!)
The crime is commited and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
when Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS
CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
Here is the aim --
destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime --
but we don't pay it any mind
So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
If you ain't up on it you GOTTA
fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time
It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

(KRS-One)
You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah "OHH YEAHHH!!"
One more time! "OHH YEAHHH!!"
(Flash the rhyme!)
Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT
Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT
He's a one man riot
Cleanin the community, of all it's debris
The C-R-I-M-E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it
But JACK, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT
Got with it, for his brother he DID IT
So you gotta admit it
This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
WHY? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin people by the hour
to sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
they are gettin everybody HIGH
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
to buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID
But here comes the Jack of Spades!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

(KRS) Break it down!

* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *

(KRS-One)
Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah..

[krs-one]
Yes, right about now we got afrika
From the jungle brothers on the wheels of steel
My sister harmony right beside me
And i, krs-one on the mic
Sidney mills on the keyboards
And dwayne on the engineering
And once again, this style is dedicated to the heavenly father
Because you know ya rule!

[harmony]
Where can they go, where can they turn?
When they hear your name, that fire burns.. their very soul! (fi-yah!)
What can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. (ba-da-bi)
Another day.. (ba-ba-bad-bad-bad)

[krs-one]
Bad man people and petty rob-ber
Straighten up your ways or you will suf-fer
What go around come around and this is the law
The manmade law krs-one ig-nore
I walk the streets as a ruff yout bwoy
Very intelligent, and full of joy
Go to a concert and mash up the jam (bo)
People in the world know just who I am
I am what I am cause I am not soft
When the blind lead the blind - that's when ya lost
Me just a dj dealin with negative
Nonsense messages, a what dem a give
Bdp strong, cause jah is the strength
Bdp long, cause jah is the length
Bdp together, cause jah is the link
We a just arise, while the negative sink! come!

[harmony]
Where can they go, where can they turn?
When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (burns!)
Their very soul! (lick dem down!)
And what can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. another day.. (come!)
Where can they go..
What can they do? (bo)

[krs-one]
We are not a front and, we are no fraud


Every hit record comes straight from the lord
We live in jail cell and we live in shelter
If you help yourself, well jah will help ya
Look to no man but love everyone
Stand on your own and work til you're done
Follow the commandments that jah set forth
Cause manmade laws, made man lost (bo)

[harmony]
Where can they go, where can they turn?
When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (ba-da-bi-bi-bi)
Their very soul! (fi-yah!)
What can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. another day..
They need you, in their lives
They know, your live is right (always right)
You're the inspiration (yes) that sweet revelation
All their hope, and their salvation (so right)
And where can they go, where can they turn (where ya hide? )
When they hear your name, that fire burns.. their very soul!
(wa-da-ba-da-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi)
What can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. another day..
(fi-yah, fi-yah, fi-yah, fi-yah)
They need you, in their lives
They know, your love is right
You're the inspiration, that sweet revelation
And all of their hopes (jah rulez) and their salvation
Where can they go, where can they turn (jah rule every time)
When they hear your name, that fire burns.. (nowhere)
Their very soul (kyan't move without the movement of jah, seen? )
And what can they do, what can they say
They can't live without your love.. another day..
Where do they go
What do they do?
Where do they turn
What can they say?
Where do they go, what can they do
Breathe without you?
Where do they go
Breathe without you?
What do they do.. *fades*

(KRS-One) + (somebody beatboxing)
Let me tell you bout a crew I know (ba BUM BUM)
Called Boogie Down Productions and they steal the show (ba BUM BUM)
With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One
(ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa)
With D-Nice you know the job is done
and I know (boom-ba-bum) oh yes I know (ba-boom-ba-bum)
I know because I'm KRS-One, yo check this out

(beatbox continues in the background)

(KRS-One)
Breath control.. here's an example
I appeal, to the +Criminal Minded+
You can't find it, boy you're still blinded
Why don't you open your eyes and stop DISSIN
Get a prescription to listen
Sit in the class and ask real fast about a FRESH RAP
You're gettin left back, set back, kept back
Get back, I don't accept that material
Your rhymes are artificially flavored like cereal
I like clarity, so when you come here
speak clear and concise and then I might give
a little slack to.. nah, wait - I take that back
If you're wack, I'll slap, FUCK THAT!
Boogie Down Productions back, simply cause we never left
the radical sounds of KRS
What a mess, to roll up and then 'fess
Wild guess huh, you thought you were the best?
But - yup yup - as it always turns out
You get burned out, your rhymes just run out
I immediately come out, BOOMIN dope and
don't provoke, you're walkin a very thin rope
Not even rope, the word I'm lookin for is string
When I sing, I sing to try and bring
enlightenment, yet the suckers be bitin it
Radio's fightin it, the fans be likin it
Your face I'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty
You're unworthy to THINK that you can serve me
You heard me? These styles are universal
You need rehearsal, wait, first I'll
beef up the system, rhyth, rhymin, timin, climbin
Then realizing
As producer of this dope record huh
I think it's time we break for a second

Breath control..

(KRS-One)
That's it, that's it, that's it
Break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
We don't lack, I mean, we don't like
the played out styles when we're rockin the mic
The radical rebel at level fifteen
The amp only goes to ten, you know what I mean?
As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room
Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
but ALL, capital KRS-One
B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P
Takin MC's out constantly!
Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but
I'm not a king, I'm not a queen, I'm not a ace
I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy
and I just ain't wack
I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE
comes in handy, while I diss some
soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf
labelled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while..

Just like I told you, you must learn

It's calm yet wild the style that I speak
Just filled with facts and you will never get weak in the heart
In fact you'll start to illuminate, knowledge to others in a song
Let me demonstrate the force of knowledge,
knowledge reigned supreme
The ignorant is ripped to smithereens
What do you mean when you say I'm rebellious
'Cause I don't accept everything that you're telling us
What are you selling us the creator dwellin' us
I sit in your unknown class while you're failing' us
I failed your class 'cause I ain't with your reasoning
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me that in a school that's ebony
African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's not
and this has got to stop, See Spot run, run get Spot
Insulting to a Black mentality, a Black way of life
Or a jet Black family, so I include with one concern, that
You must learn

Chorus: Just like I told you, you must learn (twice)

I believe that if you're teaching history
Filled with straight up facts no mystery
Teach the student what needs to be taught
'Cause Black and White kids both take shorts
When one doesn't know about the other ones' culture
Ignorance swoops down like a vulture
'Cause you don't know that you ain't just a janitor
No one told you about Benjamin Banneker
A brilliant Black man that invented the almanac
Can't you see where KRS is coming at
With Elie Whitney, Holly Selosy, Grand Bill Woods
made the walky-talky
Lewis Latterman improved on Edison
Charles Drew did a lot for medicine
Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights
Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night
Madame CJ Walker made a straightin' comb
But you won't know this is you weren't shown
The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh
'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed
So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man
we need the 89 school system
One that caters to a Black return because
You must learn

Chorus

(KRS-One)
Come again down man
This is KRS-One on to wreck RUFF RUFF RUFF stuff
So we're gonna do it like this now
Put up your hands if you love hip-hop music like I do, seen?
And we gonna do it like this now
Listen to the lyrics! Bo!

Me say hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again!
Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want!
Rap music, we want the rap music, bo!
Rap music, we want the rap music, come again!
Rap music, we want the rap music, bo!
Rap music, we want the rap music

Way back in the days, 1979
Fatback Band made a record usin rhyme
In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang
with the pow pow boogie, and the big bang bang
R&B, Disco, Pop Country Jazz
all thought Hip-Hop, was just a little fad
But here comes Grandmaster Flash nonstop
And right after Flash, Run-D.M.C. dropped
Now, they had to pay attention to the scale
Where other music failed, hip-hop prevailed
See rap music has gone platinum from the start
So now in eighty-nine we gettin present as an art
Me ask, is it because, we've got the eighty-nine vision?
Whoa whoa whoa!
Or is it because, it's a unanimous decision
Hey hey hey hey

that hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again!
Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want!
Rap music, we want the rap music, bo!
Rap music, we want the rap music, come again!
Rap music, we want the rap music, come down!
Rap music, we want the rap music

I pick up the mic and put down crazy lyrics
I put it 'pon the phonograph so everyone can hear it
You want to sound like me bwoy, you can't come near it
Cause when I flash a new style, the people dem a cheer it
You get so jealous til you just can't bear it
Jealous of Ms. Melodie, me and Derek
See Derek is D-Nice, and I'm KRS-One ah
We'll rock ya in the winter and we rocked ya last summer
You want to battle me you got to wake up in the morning
Cause if you're still sleepin, then I'ma start yawnin

because ah hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come again!
Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, we want!
Rap music, we want the rap music, bo!
Rap music, we want the rap music, come again!
Rap music, we want the rap music, come down!
Rap music, we want the rap music

Just, put up your hands if you like rap music
Put up your hands if you like rap music
Ms. Melodie boy she always on the mixer
And D-Square, love rap music ah
DJ Doc boy yes he's on the mix and
KRS-One'll flash a lyric, we say
Here comes Yvette, on the lyric and
Big Kap, rockin on the mix and
BDP boy we'll flash a lyric a
Knock the suckers down every time dem hear it, because

hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come down!
Come again!
We want!
Bo!
Come again!
Bo!

* dub/instrumental of first verse reprised to fade *

Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black

Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk
He said, ah boy you better watch where you run
As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said officer man I ain't do nothin
He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin?
Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street?
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking
Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun and
Began to act up with that

(chorus)

Well I threw down the gun and began to run
I got back in no time and loaded the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid


They rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade
It went boom like a supernova
Badges arms heads legs cops were all over
I jumped out the fire escape down to the street and I started to run you
Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit!
My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no
Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
Ghetto pain
Black men are judged by their clothes
Black women are looked at as hoes
So I as one of these uppity n----s
Can only rely on the sound of a trigga going

(chorus)

Well I staggered down the street to an old bookstore
Called the tree of life (yo d it ain't there no more)
But when it was boy I was lucky
Cause in the basement is where they stuck me
When I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed a while and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, rakim and chuck
What the fuck I asked as I laid there how many guys do you drive a day
There? chuck said many, rakim said plenty it's an everyday thing when
You're willing to sing a song...

(chorus)

Peace and love to dj scott larock he's in there still!

[KRS One]
Right right! (Woy)
Bring it (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
BDP (Woy)
Now smooth it out (Woy Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Alright here we go (Woy Woy)

Hi hello whassup and what's happenin?
I am known as the teacher in rappin
Some need slappin cause what they're sayin
is wack and weak and wait let me speak (Woy)
Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy)
yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy)
Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy)
One of the many, from the library (Woy)
I teach HIP-HOP for a living
So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin
KRS-One two three four, encore
I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy)
I graduated from the school of no shorts
to the world of rappin I brought
"That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less"
That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy)
Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy)
When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy)
Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy)
But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin!
See there's no defense against common sense
confidence, intelligence or excellence
Intense, but here's the difference
KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance
Try obediance, magnificence
As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE
Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats
Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY)

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy)

(Woy)
(Woy)
You can't test BDP boy (Woy)
So bust this down (Woy, Woy)

While I got your attention I feel like just
lettin off two or three lyric then steppin
JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher
My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya
BDP +is+ the number one set
I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct!
Some get caught in my style like a net
They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet
Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet
I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step
Cause I've got no time to hold your hand
I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy)
The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy)
The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy)
The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy)
Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy)
So GIMME DAT!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Now take it on back (Woy, Woy)

Original.. original.. original.. hit it!

(Woy)
(Woy)
(Woy)
Original.. ah one two three, we out! (Woy, Woy)

"If you like the sound of what you've heard so far.."

(KRS-One)
Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music..

.. You're tuned into that easy listening sound
with a cap and gown, not a CROWN
No glitter, no makeup
Just smashin lyrics, that make up
the B, D, and the P
You pay for the hits, the advice is free
In this industry, we gotta grow
Commercial some go, but, y'know
just as important as they are
so is the underground superstar (like me)
You gotta ask yourself one question
Do I speak facts, or do I start guessin?
Learn the lesson, before you plan your career
Commercial or underground, where
do you fit, cause BOTH sides write hits
And all is rap, I'll admit
But what I've come to EXPLAIN
is that these people LOVE to play a game
They wanna make it seem like YOU'RE WRONG
for writin the reality song

(Don't touch those issues, don't talk about dat
We don't take knowledge rap)

What? They want you on their bases
Cause if you bring out the brown, you're racist
But if you bring out the pink, well wait, it's OK
Yeah, they won't stop it
I guess it's alright to act demonic
I guess it's alright to act demonic
But that's another chapter, in another book
I've come to show a different look
And that look is the WHOLE of rap
Not just the commercial pap
but the UNDERGROUND, that RAW ghetto sound
from which rap music was found
So you can't deny it, you cannot refuse it
I'll be rockin that GHETTO MUSIC

..

People keep tellin me, "Kris! You need more radio
Yeah man, that's the way to go!
You gotta be like so-and-so to go platinum,"
then I attack em!
I rhyme for the ghetto, I teach the ghetto
I cannot let go, change up? Heck no
In the ghetto, I stay mellow
We're in effect yo, ready, set, go
FRESH, for nineteen eighty-nine you suckers
Peace to P.E., and the Jungle Brothers
Others, have come, to master the art
They start, with heart, then fall apart
Like a dart I shoot for one target (BO BO)
Ghetto music, yeah they'll never chart it
Cause now in eighty-nine, the purpose of a rhyme
is to strengthen and uplift the mind
Although I'll achieve and achieve and achieve
it's simple, I'll never leave
Cause every time you front for respect you LOSE it
I'll rock GHETTO MUSIC

Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music..

(KRS-One)
World peace.. or world TALK?!

Yeah..
One, two, three, four!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
Right now!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

(KRS-One)
Take it.. right now..
Don't hesitate! (world peace)
You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT)
Or world talk?

(world peace..)
(world peace..)
(world peace..)

Yo, a lot of people are under the assumption
that peace, is soft or somethin
We must begin to reprogram our thought
FROM, how we were taught
Back in school, and our TV screens
Strength, is always mean
Love, is always soft
and peace is too peaceful
when all are equal
Sit back, and read the papers
about the murderers, thieves, and rapists
We depend on police for justice
but when do we say, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Right now, and call their bluff
It's not a matter of frontin like you're tough
It's a matter of takin yours
and livin universal laws
Cause those laws, cannot be bribed
nor changed, or paid on the side
You must come correct and walk straight
More love, less and less hate
When you walk, walk with AUTHORITY
Tell the negative people, don't bother me
Move your face away, I ain't with it
In a minute, I'm gonna hit it!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
World peace..
and we want it right now
.. or world TALK
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

Break it down!
Take it, yeah!
World peace..
Yeah.. come in..

CRASH, SMASH, don't ask
when the negative disrupts the class
How much longer? Get stronger
The battle is getting longer
World, peace, or world talk
Do we run? Or do we walk? (CHARGE)
If you want world peace, take it
Cause a lot of our leaders FAKE IT (fraud)
It's similar to armageddeon
when the positive people stop lettin
the negative, control, how we live
Listen to the music I give!

If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Take it!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
World peace.. (Right now!) ..or world TALK?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

Take it!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
World peace!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
and we want it right now
Come in now..
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
World peace.. or world TALK?!

If we really want world peace
Yes I do
and we want it right now
When can I get it?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Come in!
If we really want world peace
That's it
and we want it right now
Right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..

I want it now!
If we really want world peace
I want it right now!
and we want it right now
We need it right now!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
No talk.. world peace!
If we really want world peace
Peace! *echoes*