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(Lawrence Krisna Parker) One two Rap music, what does it mean What is everybody in this industry for What is everybody, buying rap for Why do people get involved, in rap music Rap music number one, is the voice of black people, number one Number two, it's the LAST voice, of black people Black people have created every music you hear out here in the streets today Every single music, rock and roll down Therefore; in a situation that has, all African music in it All African music, uhh, exploiting itself of it, or coming out of it All African influence in all it's music And you have what is called American Music Awards You have what is called theft And what I would like to bring out today is rap music as, a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist america |
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Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it. It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile. Yo. In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up Make up my bed break up the bread and said Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating? Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting Thus hating all forms of a setback Get back, if you can't understand a rap act. This is the language of the people ready to hear the crew I've got no juice, 'cause I'm not getting juiced To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty To have respect means you simply new or newly Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too I'm not down with a juice-crew But anyway I say today the message I create is great I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste You built up a race on the concept of violence Now in '90 you want silence Well, I want science, not silence but science Scientific fact about black The board of education acts as if it's only reality Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry So now you learn your black history is questions and answers Every question but the Black Panthers Timbuctoo existed when the caveman existed Why then isn't this listed Is this because the blackman is the original man Or does it mean humanity is African I don't know, but these sciences are hidden For some strange reason it's forbidden To talk about, or converse on a political outburst I don't believe that I'm the first Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done Music like I'm still number one Music like that or this is the incredible uplift Those that oppose get dissed But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck So check the blackman's in effect Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia Lies the Garden of Eden Where Adam became a father to humanity Now don't get mad at me But according to facts, this seems just fantasy Because man, the most ancient man Was found thousands of years before Adam began And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya It's right, dead, smack in Africa But due to religious and political power We must be denied the facts every hour We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's Let's take a trip way back in the days To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians Giving birth to science, mathematics and music Religion, the list goes on, you choose it Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing People from all over the world had come To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one So people that believe in Greek philosophy Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers 640 to 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy But in that era Greece was at war With themselves and Persia, what's more Any philosopher at that time was a criminal He'd be killed very simple This indicates that Greece had no respect For science or intellect So how the hell you created philosophy When you kill philosophers constantly The point is that we descend from kings Science, art and beautiful things African history is the worlds history This is the missing link and mystery Once we realise they all are African White will sit down with black and laugh again So judge not least ye might be judged By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge No man should walk the Earth and sludgez if you don't believe, you can go and check To see how and where the blackman's in effect |
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History can never be made by one man, we must smash this one quickly History is made only by the masses of the people, this is clear Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation of history by the American capitalist system, will demonstrate just this Take George Washington, as bad as he is Put him in the middle of Valley Forge, by himself, surrounded by the British, he can do nothing *laughing and applause* Mhmhmmmhmm Take Martin Luther King as righteous as he is Put him in the middle of Birmingham by himself, speaking out against racism He would be lynched But you take this same King, you take this same Washington Put them in Valley Forge, put them in Alabama Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas they do Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes drastically |
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Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease? This is another public service announcement You can believe it, or you can doubt it Let us begin now with the cow The way it gets to your plate and how The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man So through his greed he makes a faster plan He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker Through the stress the cow gets sicker Twenty-one different drugs are pumped Into the cow in one big lump So just before it dies, it cries In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it And there it is, in your local supermarket Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed And you wonder about heart attacks? Come on now man let's be for real You are what you eat is the way I feel But, the Food and Drug Administration Will tell you meat is the perfect combination See cows live under fear and stress Trying to think what's gonna happen next Fear and stress can become a part of you In your cells and blood, this is true So when the cow is killed, believe it You preserve those cells, you freeze it Thaw it out with the blood and season it Then you sit down and begin eatin it In your body, it's structure becomes your structure All the fear and stress of another Any drug is addictive by any name Even drugs in meat, they are the same The FDA has America strung out On drugs in beef no doubt So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete It's the number one drug on the street Not crack, cause that was made for just black But brown beef, for all American teeth Life brings life and death brings death Keep on eatin the dead and what's left Absolute disease and negative Read the book 'How to Eat to Live' By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback For anybody, either white or black See how many cows must be pumped up fatter How many rats gotta fall in the batter How many chickens that eat shit you eat How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet See you'll consume, the FDA could care less They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS |
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(KRS)
Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it really is BDP are black revolutionaries First for humanity, then for the upliftment of Africa And it goes a little somethin, like this |
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("One... two... three... four...")
(KRS-One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory') KRS and Melodie... live together with D-Nice, and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney B...D...P...! ("One... two... three... four...") Yes! Chorus: KRS-One I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York Verse One: KRS-One Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country With a hundred guns and about six G Me drivin through a town, me see two cops They lookin at me funny like they really want stop Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play Me get one block and me hear "Pull ov-ah" The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer Me ax them "Was I breakin any law, officer?" They said "Oh yes, you passed county line Niggers in these here parts now is a crime" I said "Is that so?", and cocked back me nine Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop Bwoy! Chorus ("One... two... three... four...") Verse Two: KRS-One Me in a hotel, off ninety-five North Everything's fine, and yes me on course Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak "We have the place surrounded we're about to move in" That's when I pick up my nine and just begin PUMP PUMP PUMP! First copper hit the ground PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second copper go down Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start up the engine, bust the barricade All because illegally I want to get paid PUMP PUMP PUMP! There goes my tire Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough A cop come and said "You'll never sell your guns now" I said "It doesn't matter, YOU'LL sell them anyhow You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city" Hahaha... so still Chorus 2X FIYAH!! |
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(KRS-One)
All you white people out there that think you're down with America can forget it. Cause they TAX all of us. All of us, one by one. Just take a look at Leona Helm-Helmsley. Taxed her, she's white I believe. *laughter* Yeah threw her butt right in jail. She ain't nothin but another hoe, according to this system. *laughter* You ain't pay your taxes hoe, get back in jail. *uproarious laughter* |
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(KRS-One)
Give it to em! Nuff respect! And praise to the creator Over the years it seems that I became a landmark, in the hip-hop field of art I shed light, yet my skin is dark I'm not conerned with climbin the chart Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart? I'll start, cause only Jah will create it I'll just name it, Edutainment People sit and they look at my album like a problem, they try to solve em They don't know, it only leads the way to a bright more positive day By itself, it's NOT the bright day Sit up straight, and hear what I say Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this but the bright day is your conciousness I am poet, my words will heal you I'm not a phony I'll really feel you That's why I walk and talk to my nation Wherever they are, in any situation They usually ask for an autograph And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast- -Master, K-R-S, O-N-E BDP, Peace and Unity But do not concentrate on the paper Concentrate on the laws of the creator Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you But Allah will never leave you Nothing I say now is hypothetical These are the facts, a little metaphysical We are one, every heart every lung So why then was the black man hung? He was hung by the so-called Christians that went to church, and did not listen See Jesus couldn't stand politics so they nailed him to a crucifix Then it was that way, today it's a trigger So why is the Pope such a political figure? I don't know, but it's really beyond me But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me Cause from Jesus Christ to right now everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW See people concentrate on the leader And not the message comin through the speaker If the Christians really heard Christ the black man never would've lived this life My point is that do not concentrate on what I state, create, or debate I might be great, and you might admire But what I say is to take you MUCH higher MORE higher than the physical plane to the plane of forces in the astral plane The mental plane, and the final three They're all around you, yet you can't see So grab the sphere of life and aim it and you'll be guided by Edutainment |
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(KRS-One)
Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the slaves; he said, "All slaves in armed rebellion." The slaves. Now understand one point: the African is not a slave, that's one point that they didn't realize when they were writin this. The African is not a slave. The African has a history far more advanced than this nineteen-ninety history we're in right now. He's not a slave. Lincoln's ultimately sayin now you were born a slave, you'll always be a slave, and all I will ever see you as is a slave, and I free you. |
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Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our 4th album and we're STILL not takin no shorts Yeah.. ha hah! On the wheels of steel, is Kenny Parker As we say he can't get no darker All about action, not a fast talker All the whick whack sucker DJ's gotta try much harder My man Willie Willie Willie D Taggin up BDP with a fat marker And THIS, is what's on today's charter Ha hah hah All the ladies in the place throw your hands up in the air BDP rockin without no fear So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is throw the funky fresh beat in like this C'mon! * crowd chants "go, go, go, go" for a while * Ha hah Well it's me, down with BDP KRS-One rocks ANY party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rock the socks off the frauds and the fakes The suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start debatin How can we take him out one time? So they push up the best with the freshest rhyme I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck him, deck him, say to him, "Just checkin the mic" Droppin fresh styles I like So throw up your hands and drop your mic Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth well I'll go for self Rockin New York like no one else You can check any rapper from seventy-eight A few have rocked their whole career straight Some had dope twelve inches, count em But not many crews had slammin albums BDP rocks CONSISTENTLY From Criminal Minded to 1990 Why? Well that's my secret baby Here's a hint: the public pays me So you can call me a public servant Not a King but a teacher, I'll believe I earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike If I walk to a jam well I'll rock the mic Gimme a chance and I'll rock the house But don't let a sucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a crew, they'll have to untangle Adidas, Nike's, arms, mics Turntables suckers in the wheel of my bike Step right up if that's what you like But watch your head cause it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alllllright" I am your mentor Victory is mine, it's time you surrender Sucker! And just back up quickly Your style is sickly, but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when you was doin a dollar fifty show Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember, can't recall, can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your face In case you bass I'll erase your whole rap Tell you right now I ain't TRYIN to hear that I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab the mic and bust holes in a crew I deny your existence as artists You're puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak, but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth, the light comes forth as KRS Intelligence, force, and love manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and shed light Behave, you're still a 20th century slave Headed for the grave in a wave So save the microscopic miniature small talk and walk and put a little pep in your step KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation in the nation, in creation Princes, Kings, Queens, or any occupation Like rappers with nuttin to say I crush those idiots and throw em away Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with macho poses If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses Yeah! C'mon! Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if you're in this life just gettin by Somebody say, ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) ALRIGHT! (ALRIGHT!) DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah We got Symone in the house We got, D-Square in the house We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset My man D-Nice, HIT IT! |
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[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra, read all about it! KRS-One's rhymes, have been doubted Suckers stepped up, and got MURDERED!! [KRS-One] Pump pump pom pom POING! Yo, this goes out, to George Bush Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Margaret Thatcher Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... Bensonhurst Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick... De Klerk Get off my... diggi-diggi-diggi-dick, diggi-diggi-diggi-dick Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat The master of the microphone is here and he's black Recitin poetry, beautifully articulated Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it The styles they're doing, is from my old record They bought my album, for $8.99 Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme I don't mind because I'm here to show The lost MC's which way to go So here's my rep, to those that slept And didn't get the first concept in depth I am the manifestation of study NOT, the manifestation of money Therefore I advance through thought Not what's manufactured and bought Concentration, and calculation Goes into every song creation The first and second album rocked you Third album made you think and got through Didn't you think I knew? Number three, wasn't for the dance crew But it gave me a chance to see Who was REALLY down with BDP I set the warm milk, in the glass And the snakes came out the grass They don't realize I'm not confined Nor trapped by space and time I am a rebel, an overthrower Descendant of the black man Noah Radio DJ's, all around Constantly tell me how they are down To uplift Africa and unite black Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?_ It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose And demonstrate the truth Many MC's can only rock the many But I rock a few with my brother Kenny >From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin African culture is what I'm arousin In your consciousness, soul and body Pay attention while I rock the party Cause now I'm gonna show ya how the East Coast rocks Bumpin sucker MC's out the box Rockin the dreadlocks and the flattops I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop The new hip-hop, and get props Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott LaRock Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock MC's adopt, the styles I drop They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no direction So they wanna go pop Chasin the charts up and down like suckers Totally ignoring their sisters and brothers They're the ones to say you're number one Not chart position, so pick up the drum and hum Sing along, it's a poetry session Mathematically applied, no guessin I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, Kenny Parker on the mix! [Special K] Yes yes I'm Special K On New York's Two show on WBDP This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions And it's off the Edutainment LP Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D And of course me... seeya! |
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I've been taught to respect my elders and behave Even if when they were young they sold slaves Truth and understandin' is what I crave In the land of the thief, home of the slave Turn your page to a brief demonstration Cos now in '90 it's strictly information I'm givin' Teachin' on a regular basis Today's lecture is about The Racist We're not out to exaggerate or diss him But show the symptoms and facts of racism Understand The Racist ain't equal There's about five different types of racist people First of the five different types of cases Is the individual brought up racist Here you have young men and women Brought up in the Great White Way opinion This opinion introduced by the parent To the civilised becomes transparent The civilised man could look through the faces Make the analysis and see The Racist Number two case which y'all must hear Is the individual racist out of fear Here you have people that fear the African And conjure up new ways of trappin' him Number three is the unconscious racist Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces They say, "I'm not a racist, I'm not a bigot" Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it Number four is the money racist The one that used the topics of sheer economics They say, "Owning a business isn't for the black man He don't want that", yet they went and took his land Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place You don't have your land yet this ain't your space America was built by every other race Except the European that runs this place What a waste, America's doomed To be overthrown by the righteous real soon But last but not least racial prejudice Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance Whitey this and Ching-Chow that Is not how the intelligent man acts You can't blame the whole white race For slavery, cos this ain't the case A large sum of white people died with black Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks The media wants you to think that no whites Really fought and died for Civil Rights But once we have a true sense of history You'll see this too as a mystery If black and white didn't argue the most They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both. |
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(KRS-One)
YES! Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out, MAN! And try not to bite the lyrics POI! So come in now with the chorus of the day Because we don't play Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live (D-Nice) Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee I say, "Please hoe, it's all about me" (Heather B) It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her to find out she's a man without a manicure Go to President DeKlerk without askin her and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her for every freedom fighter start crashin her And then Heather B will get nastier and pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, Heather B comes classier Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label (KRS-One) Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! (Jamal-Ski) {best guess} Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em Come follow me the man me work for the mic They call me top celebrity Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan Me have armitage, me have enough stylee Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna (KRS-One) Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony (Harmony) Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call follow me follow me, Sister Harmony I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup I'm a, stimulator, administrator Activator, initiator Captivator, originator Perculator, perk you up It's Harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr (badda-ba-ba-by-by) Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But KRS, you're gonna make the party live (KRS-One) Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done Pray to my father cause yes me are the son Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection Any sucker MC must run come Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah On the con-sole we have the man D-Square Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah at George Bush, cause him D my nigga KRS-One, him the President come The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de (Ms. Melodie) Comin live and direct in full effect Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard If someone said, well damn, who is it? It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it (?) Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy The way they treat blacks, in white society It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin Government they try to manage and rule Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates (KRS-One) Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah Every posse know me come in the dance not later Come in early, every posse captivator KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah Down with the set is a Harmony-ah Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee (Jamal-Ski) {best gues} Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Pick-a-dig-dinny Jump up upon me come to run it again Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend Tell your mudda and tell you fadda and tell your sista and yuh bruda A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a when me do that, the dancehall fi run Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah! Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah What dey call me, BDP posse an' a Jamal now can rewind stylee Rewind circulate, never ever imitate When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great Test me, and you'll, test your fate BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a come in now KRS-One, an' a (KRS-One) Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma Me a melt down the sound-ah Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner Kings, mash up, crown Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah Every posse know that we ah rule every sound Jump up in the dance and run every town ah DJ, nuff, clown Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah Down, to the ground KRS him have the number one sound Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound Number one sound WHAT in creation Play with yourself it's called masturbation Chop it off, castration Jesus Christ get the crucifixion Three days later, resurrection He's comin back, read Revelation Close the book, pick up your gun And fight in the African revolution Righteous man, get liberation Wicked man get execution It's called the battle of armageddeon Through my mouth is a translation Unto recknoning to circulation Nuff African education DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don Edutainer teach nuff wisdom Chorus: KRS-One It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound It takes one soundsystem playin music loud It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live It takes 1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1.. |
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When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey If you a black herb smuggler They will, watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money then you have more power They will come in the night And they will read you your rights There is no need to fight If you're black there is no need to fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey Years ago a black man couldn't be a cop They could only be great dancers When the whole police department was white Justice, was the Black Panthers We've been robbed of our religion our government and social position And you won't see no quick solution Until you see the black revolution But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey "He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him" *dogs barking* "Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead" *dogs barking* They arrest us by the hour Cause the black man in the ghetto has power If he would wake up and unite the police department would lose the fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey If you a black herb smuggler They will, watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money then you have more power They will come in the night And they will read you your rights There is no need to fight If you're black there is no need to fight But when them come to arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now When they arrest a black man, they need 30 cops or more.. well now hey "He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him" *dogs barking* "Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead" *dogs barking* "He's gonna make it" "Let the dogs go!" "No I won't do it!" "He's got full, they've only got two" "They'll tear him apart, I won't do it" "Let the dogs go!" "Turn loose those dogs!" |
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When you realize you have this army, or one concept, one thought, one movement, one action; you have what is called a revolution. But the more we stay seperated, and the more we don't understand the concept of the EYE, that is within all of us, then we will constantly constantly lose, every single battle, from day one to day forever. Thank you, we'll take questions. *clapping, applause, and shouting* |
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