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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) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By L. PARKER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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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? |
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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 |
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* 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.. |
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[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* |
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(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.. |
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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 |
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(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 * |
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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! |
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[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) |
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"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.. |
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(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* |
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