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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
{*30 seconds in: DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*}
Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America [KRS-One] One afternoon around eleven o'clock It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time The cops passed by, but he stayed calm Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm But this time they walked by real slowly He thought to himself, 'They look like they know me' They drove away, but he didn't stay He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab But guess who he saw when he hit the block It was the same cop car, the same two cops They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun They said, 'Don't try to fight and don't try to run Cooperate and we will be your friend Non-cooperation will be your end' He jumped in the car, and while they rode they ran down the list of things he owed They said, 'You owe us some money, you owe us some product Cause you could be right in the river tied up' He thought for a second and he said, 'What is this? You want me to pay you to stay in business?' They said, 'That's right, or you go to prison cause nobody out there is really gonna listen to a hood,' so he said, 'Good! I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood' Because Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} [KRS-One] A guy named Jack, is sellin crack The community, doesn't want him back He sells at work, he sells in schools He's not stupid, the cops are the fools Cause everyone else seems to go to jail But when it comes to Jack, the cops just fail They can't arrest him, they cannot stop him Cause even in jail the bail unlocks him So here is the deal, and here is the facts If you ever wonder why they can't stop crack The police department, is like a crew It does whatever they want to do In society you have illegal and legal We need both, to make things equal So legal is tobacco, illegal is speed Legal is aspirin, illegal is weed Crack is illegal, cause they cannot stop ya But cocaine is legal if it's owned by a doctor Everything you do in private is illegal Everything's legal if the government can see you Don't get me wrong, America is great place to live But listen to the knowledge I give Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what what what what, What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine business controls America Ganja business controls America KRS-One come to start some hysteria Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, KRS-One come to start some hysteria {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeah, BDP takin over America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What can we get for 63 cents?'*} Cocaine, sensai Aspirin, coffee Morphine, sugar Tobacco, got to go {*DJ scratches 'What what what what, what can we get..'*} Illegal business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what, what can we get..'*} Yeahhhhh, ganja business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what what what, what can we get for 63 cents?'*} Yeahhhhh, cocaine business controls America {*DJ scratches 'What what what what..'*} Illegal business controls America |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Intro
The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Voice: So, you're a philosopher?
KRS: Yes, I think very deeply. [repeated and scratched] [Verse One] Let's begin, what, where, why, or when will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be asking you, 'Who is more dramatical?' This one or that one, the white one or the black one pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna diss you like me, we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response You think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just seckle! [Verse Two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, 'Start this,' I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar It ain't about money cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad, but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock... [Verse Three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!' this is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?! So yo, what's up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin' why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sounds? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88, you suckas... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence
But when they are challenged on some rock group, the result is always silence Even before the rock and roll era, violence played a big part in music It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it No, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body But yes, of course it's violent to protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent when under the christmas tree is a look-alike gun But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up The same type of fightin' we do, they do except we've got nothing to blow up It doesn`t matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny That's only if you base your life around competition and money Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time The people down with me know this every minute they hear me sayin rhymes I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet, and Big Daddy Kane They know that by all means necessary that peace is the name of this game Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
[KRS-One]
_By All Means Necessary_ Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One Mixed, by DJ Doc And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} BDP is in full and total effect I'm gonna shout out a couple of names We're gonna do it like this DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} D-Nice.. Scott LaRock.. KRS-One, I think that's me And you know what? I'm down with BDP {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So right about this time you should throw your hands up in the air How many people got Nike's on? If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air If you don't got Nike's on I think you need to keep your feet down Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} and we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin? So all the suckers out there that wanna test It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And at this point, we gettin a little stupid I'd like to say, DJ Doc is in the back chillin out On the 48-track board without a doubt Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane Heavy D, and Eric B. Melody, D-Square {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} So just throw your hands in the air Just throw your hands in the air KRS-One is here without a care And I don't have NO fears homeboy So all the suckers out there that wanna test BDP It's time to get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Now, here's what we do on the 48-track board We look around for the best possible break And once we find it, we just BREAK.. .. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} There's two ways to do this, you see what I'm sayin? If you feel the board, you feel around We got tracks one to track 48 We find track seven, and break it down! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay.. this album has been funded by the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} Okay, we gon' play a little game, break it down Doc Like this, or like THIS {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist I used to write KRS-One all over the place All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} And another thing: me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place but we left B-Boy Records And you know what happened after that point? Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!} |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Hahahahaha...
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC I am a teacher teaching rap, and of course I am back Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them All about the guy who first is down but then he lies what he is to you, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us And in a hurry, just in the nick of time Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles Well here's the first style, right out the pile It's called vocabulary. Difficult, isn't it? At least is looks that way when you witness it Kill (kill?) meaning to deprive of life Fiancee: future wife Poet (poet): a person who writes poems Wandering, meaning to roam Everyone sees me when I walk into the public Even the suckers, I just love it When they get disgusted every time I prove (Boogie Down Pro...) Boogie Down Productions will move Meaning to motivate, lest rhyme straight Hate is a very very big mistake It rhymes with frustrate and aggravate Let me just demonstrate why I won't abbreviate Television, a view of scenes transmitted Every single second you get it Pepsi (what?) the choice of a new generation Fired from work: termination Quality: something special about an object or person Can you rock a party without rehearsing? I can, anytime, on the spot rhyme Many recording artists can't do it, but I'm More than just a recording artist kicking dust (who?) I'm a sandstorm, taking human form K plus R S equals one I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done And when you're done, then I serve Like alphabet soup, (letters) letters, (words) words Sentences, chunks of meat into a paragraph Get the meaning then ask the question 'bout the guy Who first is down but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh Please step back, let me progress Meaning to advance, you only get a glance Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme Or sayin' some rekkid, that should respect it, select it I'm never ever wack or reject it Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it I travel the nation by mostly plane I travel New York by either cab or the train Some say that I'm insane, they say Why would you want to ride the train (But I) but I don't care, as long as I get there I never used to pay my fare, but now I think I got to Because from a jail cell I can't rock you That's being incarcerated, meaning locked up (A tool) a tool for holding water is a cup or pail, The opposite for fresh is stale (The largest) the largest sea-mammal is a whale Beer is called ale, or sometimes it is called brew (A group a) a group of human beings is a crew You know what I'm gonna do? Explain Criminal Minded Cause much too many people still are blinded Let me rewind it, and elaborate on blinded, meaning can't see through me He he he he he, these people make me laugh The way they like to change up the past So when you're there in class, learning `his story' Learn a little of your story, the real story It doesn't pay to know the life and times of someone else It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health I go for self, but the real self is one with all This self who's by himself does fall Down, just like the guy who first was down, but then he lies What he is to you, he's a part time sucker All right, now, hear we go.. |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP and if you want to go to the tip top stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen as my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated the drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books social studies when I speak upon political crooks It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station you only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say 'go back' to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there pedaling? There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say 'USA for Africa?!' Huh. What's the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation we fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation BDP posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O This might sound a little strange to you well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When you're in a club, you come to chill out not watch someones blood just spill out That's what these other people want to see another race fight endlessly You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock Now here is the message that we bring today: hip-hop will surely decay if we as a people don't stand up and say: 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' 'Stop the violence!' I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O BDP and me we step into the party top celebrity Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause that's where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you wanna go to the tip top stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn! It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions SEEN? Yes.. come mi say Intro/Chorus: KRS-One Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha [KRS-One] Me bus' upon the scene around 1986 A few hit records got me started real quick I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker All vegeterian, never eat pork or chicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickin Just like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin I never lose time cause the rhyme is all digital For suckers like you, I turn the power up to critical On every playlist, waxin that anus Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL point every time you subtract an emcee People look at me, a P-O-E-T teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U. And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic Very psychological; why are you on the dick? Well, my evaluation is sudden Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible You could try your best but frankly I don't think it's logical This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the gift Chorus [KRS-One] Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PA-AI-ID Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be delayed Boogie Down Productions at the head of the raid Always gettin brighter while the suckers will fade Life is very serious, it's not an arcade So everything you're hearing, KRS has made MC's grab the microphone but don't know what to say So DJ KRS has come to show dem the way I always call you females by your name, not 'Hey!' Cause 'Hey' will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr Well then you know that KRS don't carrrre Unless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by And then you know that KRS don't carrrre You always call a freak, by the garment they wear Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear Big derriere to make the next man stare Attracted to the man with jheri curls in him hair Always puffin cheeba with a forty of beer But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN Hold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO! Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and The style that I'm sayin, without no delayin is Blastmaster KRS-One, just playin It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style like this It's kinda primitive, so please don't miss the way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shown My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home No one out can compete And not another DJ rocks this type of beat Come mi say Chorus [KRS-One] Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow with M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow People takin pictures of me everywhere I go Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe YES! ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say Chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary (2001)
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'. Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was given) Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin This is the warning, known as the caution: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress You can't match this style or attack this While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle Total domination on stage Kris is the name, 22 is the age Those who wanna battle, I know who you are You got a little girl, you drive a little car You come into the place with that look on your face Before you ran the mile, you lost the race So assume you're doomed when you step in the room I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete I'll slide you to a funky beat So what do we have here? A sucka in fear I snatched your heart Put it way up on the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you're lost At three, you're just soft At two you're an ass At one, you're a dick But before you slip, I'll whip Cuz homeboy, ya slippin' (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D, and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you, sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little cut over there I add my name K-R-S And the shit becomes fresh I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought One again, the tactics of original arts We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal Run my rhyme on time and on schedule One after another, another to the next Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex Check your larynx It may get lower havin' sex Or may get higher When bustin' as a liar These are the things I teach so be tought To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought? If you come up with a number, notebook, or list It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap It's funny Just dissin' you I can make money But noone's tippin' My message is simple: Ya' slippin! (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin') E-N-O, S-R-K When you go through other albums, you're sure to say Goddam! They all seem to sound alike Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light Showing, glowing, on the top growing The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Just like a river, or better yet a stream I'm proud to be down with the winning team So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet We'll pick you up, and dust you off Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off But you won't even change that to say instead I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head So just before you inherit that ass kicking I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin' (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
("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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS-One)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
*clapping, barking, and somebody yells "Yo whassup??!"*
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(unknown speaker)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
(KRS-One)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
[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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Edutainment (2001)
Verse
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
[Kenny] Yeah.. whoo! Aiyyo Will?
[Will] Whassup Kenny? [Kenny] I got a serious problem man [Will] What's the problem? [Kenny] Yo after all these years of rippin shit These suckers still try to front! [Will] But check this out we've been on tour with everybody so I don't know why they frontin [Kenny] Everybody! Y'all be in every party I be in every jam I see they faces and they look at me and front [Will] They come to every show and know we break shit up all the time [Kenny] You know what.. yo Kris, what's your opinion? [KRS-One] Yo, I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me Rearrange me, tame me, try to game me, you don't play me When I grab the mic then SHOCK the party spot Your rhymes are flip-flop, I'll rock, hip-hop Non-stop, me nah stop rock You CAN touch this, but you'll get shot Now what's this all about? Kris and humanity In my face you're happy, on vinyl you're mad at me Yo, pro-blackness is your solution But I don't really know about that style you using yo Too many Teachers in the class spoil the class After awhile you got blabbering fucking fools That's worse than always talking about sex, let's build It ain't enough to study Clarence 13X The white man ain't the devil I promise You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas Now you're saying, 'Who?' like you a owl Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell You talk about being African and being black Colin Powell's black, but Libya he'll attack Libya's in Africa, but a black man will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland An accomplice to the devil is a devil too The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you? I lecture and rap without rehearsal I manifest as a black man but I'm universal The capital K, small R-I-S Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R We are, the star Without the use of a car we go far I build and destroy! [Kenny] Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em! [Will] Yo why're they so jealous of BDP? [Kenny] I don't know Will.. yo don't get mad, get fresh man! [Will] Word [KRS] Don't ever try to challenge BDP! [Kenny] Man.. just shut the fuck up and listen! [KRS-One] This shit is crazy! Your remarks don't faze me! People have a problem with me, cause I ain't lazy I talk on vinyl then I act What have you done, besides critique KRS-One? I create organizations Without organization, there'll be no black nation What the fuck are you really saying? You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the devil all the day, that's the least What are you doing for yourself black man? Trying hard to be the original man - who? The first man, with the first tan, on the first land with the first clan, who gives a damn???! In history KRS is WELL advised But it's something that my brain won't memorize I don't base my whole life on memory I base my life on my spirit and body chemistry Africa is the home of humanity Which makes the African a humanist, challenge me You gotta learn not to be so concerned with the original man, and see the criminal man, yeah! The now man, with the now plan, with the now tan with the right now genocide master plan Damn! We gotta think about stopping this God is not any black man on the land; God is conciousness When you understand this you'll see Kris Until then, you can get dissed I'm not your prophet, messiah, minister, or savior Chill with that ill behavior I zero in like a laser You're cuttin your wrists with a razor I got all type of flavors Yes I am the original teacher You gotta study the Qu'ran, Torah, Bahavaghita The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen And when you've read them shits, READ them shits again! But watch what you're repeatin If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading! Yeah I'm still the original Leaving MC's lyrically miserable Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY Cause I build and destroy! [Kenny] Now.. after all that if anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats we rip the jams, we'll straight up rip that ass knowhatI'msayin Will? [Will] Word! [KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot On the mic you'll get fucked up In the clubs you'll get fucked up Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up Don't you know we live for the battle? I'm outta here Yo cut that beat off |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
All over the world...
Chorus: Black drug dealer you have to wise up And organize your business so that we can rise up If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool Organize your money and open up a school Verse One: Drug dealer understand historical fact Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black We are under attack here comes another cold fact In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc. Now in 90 their live's a lot better They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers Organized economically, understand the psychology America is the drug monopoly They own the block and kill your brother for Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour But who do you think picks up the bill? A hard workin fireman? Chill Repeat Chorus 2X Verse Two: Eighty percent of American business is created illegally This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me If you're really in the drug game to win it Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it Everyone else did it now they chillin Above the law, while your under the law still killin One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother America's not your mother Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong Just check out the logic in the song Organize, realize, become unhypnotized To the lies that your livin for the get high See many people have forgotten the fact That America was never ever built for Black So when some people are gonna run and buy crack Take the money and put it back into Black It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it With knowledge, education for the people Ill never stop it Organize and legitimize your business Remember, everybody else did this Repeat Chorus 2X |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that... Duck! Or wind up DOWN!! Fiyah! Huh Pal Joey in the house D Square in the house Check it out You're stuck up your luck's up you fucked up you're mud up You can't even jump up so shut the fuck up Whattup? Tough love buck buck bucka is all you're gonna hear when KRS One step up I'm thick like syrup no I'm not ?Kura? Sit back and relax and watch the KRS era No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up MC's get wet up, they met up with atypical subliminal, I'm original metaphysical Criminal Minder Fighter, petty gangster that flips em neither I simply grab the mic and make the party get liver I'ma, rhymer, with a tim-er attack to your mind, a reminder of what kind of headliner you'll see, when you come to the show BlastMaster KRS-One, Leo -- the Lion Cryin MC's they be cryin when they sizzle in a big pot grease beggin, 'Please, please!' But I'll be efficient and flexin wisdom cuisine Then dismiss it as Kris and Kenny Rockin many, good n plenty Any MC tests me gets done Lyrically hung, I surgically remove his tongue Lyrics by KRS-One DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK! BO! Duck down! Sucker MC's duck! DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down! I don't battle to lose or win, I battle to ruin your whole career, yo, watch what you doin I'm permanent punk, like a metallic marker KRS-One, but you'll call me Mr. Parker A pity I'm K-R, you ain't no superstar ha ha hee hee, BlastMaster KRS-One be ripping up MC's with their meaningless words, y'know There's more wit, to one of my turds of shit You ain't shit, you never was shit So I spit, on your number one hit, now quit! Leave the poetry, it's just too strong for thee Maybe we should rethink the strategy see Poetry I speak, fluently I think youse a sucker cause the only word you know is motherfucker Yo, you don't see a whole race in bondage No, you grab the microphone and feed em garbage Yo, everything about me is fresher than fresher than fresher than fresh, of COURSE it's KRS Flashing lyrics, metaphysics, unlike you idiots be doing, I'm pursuing, chewing your whole crew and what you feel like doin, your face they be ungluin like a gift, don't step to KRS, you're dismissed! DUCK! DUCK! Sucker MC's duck down! DUCK! BO! Ree-WINNNNND!! DUCK! BO! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
'And now a word from our sponsor..'
[KRS One] Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this Like givin information to the ones that are new to this You wanna make a record and get into the business? Here's a little plan from a six year witness First you gotta understand the music game It's not about fame it's about a rich name and who you're down with and who you clown with But most of all, you got to have a gift ('it's like that') Either music or the fresh lyrics or a vibe; people like to buy your spirit Everybody knows KRS-One is dope To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah! There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel But if you don't have a lawyer you're a GONER Don't even think about chillin in a sauna You need a lawyer, and a good manager Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how not to get jerked when you do hard work! 'It's like that y'all' *16X* 'One, two, three, WHOO!' [KRS-One] Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it Many MC's reached the top and then BLEW it You say, 'I knew it, that last jam was wack' Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw cause, you're not hardcore! What makes a jam isn't luck or fate It's writin the jams that the people can relate to Or else they'll HATE you The public will mark you down as a fake crew You don't need allathat Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start But a lot of MC's want girls and wanna live on top of the world In the jam they wanna flirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work! 'It's like that y'all' *16X* [KRS-One] Now understand, rap is rebellious music Therefore, only the rebel should use it But pop artists abuse it When the audience hears real rap, they boo it See rap music is a culture And everyone outside that culture is a vulture The vulture makes money on the culture Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya But you're either usin rap like the devil or you're pushin rap to another level So don't wait for your company's promotions staff Promote yourself with your own cash! But this might mean you can't buy gold You might have to put that on hold Cause if the artist falls, they diss him! But if the company falls, the artist falls with them! This ain't about a tight skirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
[KRS One]
*snapping fingers and singing* Ha ha hah hah! Da doo doo doo do doo You wanna test me are you stupid? Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind KRS One is the DON seen? Come down Kenny Park ah!! Hahaha you know I don't know what your management be tellin you I don't know what your producers be tellin you But yo you step this way You're gettin PLAYED out of position So let me give you a little style Check it out Everytime KRS-One steps in the jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out That's it! None of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's you either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful None of em lyrical but their ego is critical Like I said I'm not a Muslim but to Allah I'm obedient Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's CONVENIENT And I've seen it! Real Muslims praise Allah, and they mean it Others are dreamin it with Sex Me and Do Me and I'd rather listen to the Brand Nubians You know it's funny everybody wants money And material things from cars and chicken wings When they sing, they sing for the cash They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash You get respect by bein creative and yes a native to your audience, so you know reality In other words, if you ain't a gangsta why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex? If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check? All of this is incorrect First should always come respect The charts are not equal to the respect of the people Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble They know the difference from an artist and a lip-syncin model Right on stage, you'll get a bottle You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy But I'm a Parker so I'll play you like Monopoly Don't entertain the thought of droppin me To think of me as anything less than your teacher Crazy you got to be These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily I rip it up constantly You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle The teacher will come, again and again and again and again To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync The lyrics I write, help me think to guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place You're lucky you're from the same race A simple technique will keep you on beat With the style from the street you compete with the elite that's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak I seek the direction of the brown complexion So every year, I appear somewhere that you hear my dear to get one thing clear Whether on welfare or millionaire Don't step to this here or you outta here Allow me now to please change the gear ?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!? ?We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip-hop You come into the place you can't LOOK in my face Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height See there are millions of stars in the sky When the sun appears none are visible to the eye Why, the reason is the sun is the sun You can't possibly rock, until I'm done and finished, and like the evening I'll fade But when I return you'll cry for more shade So check the dancestyle cause I am not Softening up it's time that I rock and sing Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling! But instead bring intellect pon ting Cause you can inject ignorance in rap But Kenny Parker ain't tryin to hear that |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Back off crack off slack off
Act off your instinct And think in a wink or blink I'll make your body shrink I use ink and memory my record companies selling me My fans be telling me I'm the greatest You hate this rigid metaphysical criminal mided poet Don't blow it if it's lost I'll show it If its torn I'll sew it It's kinda off beat yeah I know it The styles I originate I don't wait for fate I practice love not hate But MCs get ache They wait and hesitate on the act But always can debate on that trivial fact This is KRS and I'm black! Same color as the brothers in Iraq War is wack, especially when you die in vain Bush invaded Panama, how can you really place blame on Hussein? Regardless of the name, the insane economic game has got to change Like a range rover over the plains I come equipped to rip shit Not ignorant, intelligent - artistic - inquisitive - poisitive and negative The sedative is the poetry I give How yah live KRS is in the house! The poisonous product (is) pimped out to poor people Penetrates pieces of their thinking equal It comes in peaceful thru the 'TELL-LIE-VISION' Distorts your vision Now the lies got you wishin' thru transmission You wanna be a better Christitan You wake up sunday mornin' to watch 'TELL-LIE-VISION' Mission - Christians be sayin 'Accept Jesus in your life' Christianaty was founded 400 years after Christ What are you accepitng in your life? Christianty or the teachings of Christ? Make up your mind, they're not the same thing In 1992 the blind leads the blind Right into the ground they can't show you where god is Because they haven't found! First - put down your Bible and release your sins The Bible is dead, god is alive Within, metaphysically speaking, I'll be clear You wanna see god? Take a look in the mirror! A tree is always known by its fruit A human being can walk up right or crawl like a brute Yeah, now who do you salute? The barbarian teaches us to hate our roots! Despise our culutre, look for culture in another man's existance Resist this - resist this master plan... To turn the black man into a statistic Why? Cuz he's materialistic He wants to make a record but thru none of the logistics of it Love it or leave it alone Blastmaster KRS is on the microphone In the houuuuuseee... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Yo Kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don't Money I don't know they frontin Yo why we don't get no respect? I don't know man They got all them gangsta lookalike know y'know But you know what? All them fraud magazines I'm tired of I'm tired of us not bein on no covers But you know what? We rock the streets ANYWAY regardless to what anybody say Well well yo yo I tell you As long as you rip up the streets you don't GOTTA have no press, youknowhatI'msayin? That's right As long as you stay true to the streets All these wannabe black, black, black Black nuttin - you know, chewin all that black Cause they ain't really reportin nuttin on no black nuttin They wanna be right, and they wanna be, rap, and.. That's why I read The Final Call The Final Call got it goin on, youknowhatI'msayin? Yeah I mean, if you really wanna check out somethin black I mean, all these other magazines, they got They can only show you the light-skinned girl or the light-skinned guy, and all of that, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't with all that nonsense Ha hah, we won't name any names But they know who they are though! Ha hah, knowhatI'msayin? Watch yourself I don't know why we can't get no covers though! Yo Kris, I don't why cause we just slammin everywhere we go Yo, BDP been rockin for like six years now Six long hard rough years, youknowhatI'msayin? And, and for some reason everytime these COMMERCIAL acts come out they get the cover the first.. they could drop a twelve inch single and they be snatchin up the cover You know why? Cause they don't wanna deal with reality in any of these magazines Hey Kris, I got the answer to ALL your problems What's that? Just interview yourself Interview myself? Yeah! Aight check it out Kick it! [KRS-One] Question: Why everything you do is fresh? Answer: My name, Blastmaster KRS Question: You only write reality, why? Answer: No time to waste, our people are going to die Question: Going to die? Please explain this topic Answer: Some people are using ignorance to make a profit Question: How do we stop it? Answer: Throw em in a jail cell and lock it Question: Why, are people so stupid? Answer: They got a brain and fail to use it Question: How did it get like this? Answer: People are more worried about ass and tits and little bits of information The barbarians teach us just to be barbarians in the nation This new creation takes on the manifestation of the Board of Education Question: What's the solution? Answer: Organized, revolution Question: Revolution implies killing.. Answer: Whether you fight or talk, the blood is STILL SPILLING, and we're chilling Thinking of our history as Elmer Fudd Everything, black people got in this country they got through shedding their blood, word! But they ain't gonna print all that They too concerned about what you wearin what kind of Benz you got, or BM But I think this year since we knockin all these sucker frauds out, you might get some press But when you talk that conciousness - nobody wants to listen Word up, it's a crying shame though I, ah-I tell you this though if I was talkin sex and all that nonsense I'd get ALL the covers Yo Kris, just chill, and interview yourself That's what I like to hear Aight aight check it out [KRS-One] Everything you learned in law school can be taught, when you're six years old But they make you wait and wait and wait and wait and wait, and of course, the information, is then sold But what if you can't afford to pay? You walk around ignorant all day! The pimp don't care, it's really your decision Kick up that money hoe!! Oh, I mean tuition They be dissin, that ass you be kissin Sittin in a room with a liar, and you must listen Question: Who are you dissin? Answer: The concept that turns a rapper, into a dancer Question: Are you really all that fresh? Answer: Yes, yes.. YES! Or, 'si,' to the people speakin Spanish You better make use of KRS, before he vanish But all these magazines'll vanish before you will They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop from BDP Yo yo but check it out Will They ain't interested in no real hip-hop They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin and real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is Why why why? Yo I think some of these journalists need to start gettin punched in they face Hah, I got a big fist |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
featuring Freddie Foxxx
[KRS One] * voice echoing* Think you dope? Want this title? Then you better come step up or step OFF! [Freddie Foxxx] Yo check this out all jokes aside Let's get busy [KRS One] Word! Blastmaster KRS One in the house Hah everybody for some reason wanna be a gangsta You don't know NUTTIN about bein no GANGSTA [Freddie Foxxx] Worrrrrrrd up! Aiyyo check this out This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X And guess what's next [KRS-One] Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat But ahh, now dis a KRS, me nah takes dat When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back Then me, FLY ALL AROUND THE EMCEE WORLD KRS, the Artical, is not to be [*changes from patois*] fucked with, ? with, or tampered with Don't give a fuck if you wanna riff But when you say Kris, already derivative of Kris My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (HUH) As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack Set back, your career, like a quarterback that broke his back, my tongue is like a bat Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (RRRRRUFF!) I'm all that, come with your whole pack You'll be prayin to the God of Isaac So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh] Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF [Freddie Foxxx] Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop It's the return of the hip-hop master, Freddie the Foxxx (Bo!) Rappers that see me, don't even speak, just walk Cause I'm the maddest nigga in New York (hah!) I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't like I wanna fight, so when I drop the mic I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip (suckers) that wanna be pimps How I heard it said that a pimp'll sell his ass if his hoe won't, but Freddie Foxxx don't Cover your chest G, you better wear a bulletproof vest see Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess Open hearts on the floor as I explore rappers that wanted to be more than number four Number one's a hard spot; either you fight or get shot, so this is what I got (BO!) Three Tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades and I aim to get PAID! So who wanna step to this, don't come soft Cause I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!) And when the cops come to get me I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk smack about who's nice, and who's whack, MOTHERFUCK THAT They know my style, and my rep, every stage that I stepped on - I was the rapper they slept on But y'all rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant bombs in your house, I'ma wake you up and punch you in your motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out Take your sons to safety, cause they're just kids and I wanna raise em to face me And when they get a little bigga I'ma MARK them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints on the trigger -- double homicide, call the vice Another rapper and his family with no life Yeah you're Mr. Tough and, you're full of stuff and and Freddie Foxxx caught you bluffin I got you in my torture chamber and you scream Oh God damn, it's like _Silence of the Lambs_ but I don't mangle em and eat em I take MC's to the war zone, and there I defeat em It gets much worse, with every verse as the F-R-E-D-D-I-E F-O-X-X-X, HURTS! Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims You suckers know my name! Aiyyo Kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what?) Get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF [KRS-One] This is the year that I go all out (why?) Edutainment's what I'm all about (and) I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause) because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout (well kick it) Get on down, to the hip hip hop Before I start, peace to Scott LaRock! (word) Now let me drop the style that has action Cause many MC's don't believe they're rappin They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity This is not, what hip-hop is meant to be (word up) I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street for the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on their feet (kick it) I don't compete, I defeat and delete ya then critique ya, all MC's retreat, HERE COMES THE T'CHA Chewin suckers like Smuckers Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers Yeah, I'm like the movie _Aliens_ I hide inside your right hand man, when you think you got me BAM! My head comes out your chest A mutilated mess of nastyness Chunks of bloody flesh, yes KRS on the slaughter Specialize in instant rhyme style, you simply add water Evian, I pull the string then RING-DING-DING, DING-DING-DING-DING Back in the days, I wrote +South Bronx+ The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt It's wack, when a sucker DJ babbles on Soupin up MC's to battle on song That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic in 1992 the original it ain't plastic Everybody know, BDP, is fantastic, burn like acid Credit card plastic, stretch like elastic Love and respect is the TACTIC Bam! In your motherfuckin face KRS in the place I never liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway (Fi-YAH!) [Freddie Foxxx] Well you know I like hoes, cause I'm a mack but I don't like the wack tracks, youknowhatI'msayin? And for all your suckers out there that underestimate the militant mack, get the BO-ZACK You know what I mean? (Word) Word! [KRS-One] You know why? Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack [Freddie Foxxx] Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * echoes * [KRS-One] Motherfuckers! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to fade * |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
This one hyah is a must
Let top selector crush y'all with skill Cause ya know it's so skillful long time for reggae music no hip hop music could take it with said speed So come.. BUST! [KRS One] All you see in the newspapers nowadays is nuff gal talk bout them been raped and them been molested and them been beat up and them been all sexed up SEEN? Hahahah But now KRS One comes to give you this Come down, come down, come down Well now you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're creepin and you're SLEEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel? SAY GAL! You wan good sex we can tell? SAY GAL! Your skirt so tight it hug your butt SAY GAL! You're lookin like you really want.. want.. GAL! Don't tell me you can wear what you want Cause nowadays a most dem gal a dressin like a slut SAY GAL! A woman must, respect herself SAY GAL! So leave the see-through dress upon the shelf Because you're creepin and you're sleepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're sleepin and you're CREEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me SAY GAL! You don't wan man call ya bitch SAY GAL! You walk down the street with a switch SAY GAL! Have the answer, control your body SAY GAL! You know you kyan't test me You wanna hug me, you're kinda sexy But if me rush up an' feel your body BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're creepin and you're SLEEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me .. SAY GAL! KRS keep one lady SAY GAL! All ya kind, nah nobody rush me SAY GAL! At the show, ya MOVE ya body but, I better show now what ya wan' with me Don't try to set me up now witcha own demo tape Don't try to set me up now wit the statuatory rape You wanna hug me, and try to sex me But if me rush up an' feel your body BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' BOOM! You run cry, 'Him a rape me' Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me REEEEEEEEEEEWIND! Now all hip-hop reggae crew Hip-hop reggae crew in Holland Hip-hop reggae crew in London Hip-hop reggae crew in Germany Hip-hop reggae crew in Japan Hip-hop reggae crew in L.A. Hip-hop reggae crew in New York We run tings every single time Sydney Mills, KRS-One, Kenny Parker, D-Square, SEEN? Now all golddigger hold tight SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel? SAY GAL! You wan good sex you can tell? SAY GAL! Your skirt so tight it hug your butt SAY GAL! You're lookin you really want.. want.. GAL! Don't say ya wear what ya want Cause nowadays MOST gal dress like a slut SAY GAL! A woman must, respect herself SAY GAL! So leave that see-through dress up on the shelf Because you're sleepin and you're creepin with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me You're sleepin and you're CREEPIN with the stardom First you do the nasty, then he raped me .. [Kenny Parker] This should take five seconds Yo, this is DJ Kenny Parker in the house I just wanna say peace to my man BizMarkie EPMD, De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest Shabba Ranks, Ice-T over on the West Coast Nice and Smooth, GangStarr And umm Kid Capri And yo check out this next beat cause it's kinda FUNKY! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Hu hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! And you just don't stop, FIYAH! And you just don't stop Prince Paul in the house, lick two shots Come down! POM POM! POM POM! POM POM! Check it out! Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and.. wheela! Nuff man dem come again my selectin on and on cause why? We run tings every time Uptown massive just settle Brooklyn chill out! Now we come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen? Come down my selector! All crew just hold tight Nuff respect, check it out! R&B now run tings again an' rock'n'roll now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Shabba Ranks him inna hip-hop style Ziggy Marley inna hip-hop style ? ? ? inna hip-hop style KRS-One in de dance, make a man go WILD KRS the artical Don Rock from Ja-pan, all the way to Brooklyn Open in the Bronx, at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot Me never listen to all them slow jam They wanna talk bout a woman and man Give me a jam that, is not a scam Can you address mine self, who I am? Check it! Check it! Me don't wan sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Look on the radio, them talk bout sex Look man TV, there nuff violence KRS him always make sense But the radio station have NO intelligence Inna America the problem is immense Inna England the problem is immense Up in the Bronx, yes the problem is immense Every man and woman wan sex and violence You kyan't see this it's, ignorance You kyan't see there is no intelligence You kyan't see there is no common sense When you think of entertainment, there's sex and violence, so R&B now run tings again an' country music now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it Check it! What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Everybody inna hip-hop style I.C.U. inna hip-hop style KRS inna hip-hop style Yes ? cause dance go wild You never know see a kid learn quick Him want money so him flash down lyric Him want money so him flash down lyric Pure, sucker screw but where him get it? Sucker screw is entertainment Sucker screw the people want it Sucker screw but we revere it So AIDS now becomes the epidemic Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Sex and violence, sex and violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it R&B now run tings again an' commercial rap now run tings again R&B now run tings again country music you're lookin at your end KRS the artical DON! Rock from Japan all the way to Brooklyn Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden?
Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? Why are metaphysical teachings forbidden? The only way to talk to God is in church? Hah hah hah, you must be KIDDING For years they kept God hidden Look for God in self, not in what's written Turn this up and listen If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian you wouldn't be a Christian *whip cracks* If your slavemaster wasn't a Christian YOU wouldn't be a Christian!!! *whip cracks twice* Your whole culture's missing Hebrews are African, see they originated Judaism The belief in one God is monotheism, see the truth is not hard All you gotta know is the facts When religion mixes with politics... it ALL GETS WACK You gotta know your history, or they'll tell you that God is a mystery And when you're born, you're born in sin That's bullshit. That's BULLSHIT! They're only saying you can't win You can't succeed, you can't acheive Don't ask about God, just sit there and believe Well I ain't tryin to hear that lesson Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know Cause one thing I know is that the truth can always be questioned YEAH that's how I'm livin Ask and ye shall be given When you're lyin, hah hah hah, you got no answers You got handclappers and a WHOLE lotta dancers in the church or sanctuary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary They all forgot Jesus was a revolutionary!!! that hung out with criminals I would say read the Bible but it's not the original So it's really misleading If you don't know the history of the author you don't know what you're reading If you DON'T know the history of the author you don't know what you've read You can't taste the nectar That answers the question on why I do lectures Cause where every MC claims to be the teacher, I be DISSIN professors Keep that Bible on your shelf God helps those that help themselves Stop reading from a dead book Stop reading from a dead book for a live God! You know how stupid you look! God reads the Bible with you You both read the language of the devil that's dissing you What can the next man do with a Bible in his hand that you yourself can't do? Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Jew Burning candles don't get you down with the universal crew So why you dress up on Easter and worship a false Mary that looks like Mona Lisa? Hah hah, damn you lost On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells jingle* On Christ-mas, what's the purpose of Santa Claus? *bells keep jingling* On Christmas what's the purpose of Santa Claus!!! Or Saint Nickalaus, I'm sick of this wickedness All revolutionaries check this I'm not synthetic I'm not anti-Christian, anti-Muslim, anti-Buddhist, or anti-Semitic But I will set it off in the temple Cause the real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental The real holy place is mental *starts echoing* The real holy place is mental *echoing a lot* The real holy place is mental! The real holy place is mental!!! Mental-physical, metaphysical |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Yeah.. ahh back to that old shit!
For all you FAKE ass teachers out there Aiyyo Kris.. break this shit up! [KRS One] The type of lyrical terrorism I present Educates people at the same time pays my rent You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters When the suckers stepped up I had to use the drastic measures I know you want to step to me kid! But you're thinkin 'Damn Kris is kinda big!' Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year From your eye drops a tear I don't play that shit, I play that hit Your whole gangsta image is not legit You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong Don't even think about battling with a song You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed With your ribcage crushed Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks You know my FUCKIN name Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X) [KRS-One] They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison (You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) Who you kiddin? You're only tryin to rock a party You ain't really down to shoot nobody So why you frontin? Sayin from the cops you be runnin In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel In jail you ain't got respect You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary And the picture of your sister, mister As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed I'm just thinkin LONG range People died so I can rhyme.. you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time? Step up with that weak shit You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick Plus you're on my dick Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct You know my FUCKIN name! Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range! Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*) KRS.. Kenny Parker.. Willie D.. from Long Island Heather B.. Ska-Danks.. D-Square.. Sidney Mills.. Ha-ohhhh.. go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn! Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!) The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Sex And Violence (2001)
Stick up!!!
All gwan put your hands up in de air and turn around with your face to the ground Stick up!!! Here we go Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps? Wimps sitting behind a desk You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction when you don't respond to them TAXING You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt Like with the church the rules were somehow bent The more money you make the more money you can have You lose your mind after a while trying to just grab and grab and grab and grab and grab until the pimps roll around real mad, what they say? 'Pick up that money hoe!' You done all the work, but now a part of the show You're a hoe, you pimped all around real fresh Got letters on they chest spelling I, R, S And they be taxing, asking, sitting back relaxing Pimping asian, european, blacks and chicano Hah hah! But they can't pimp a wino Why? Because a wino don't want nuttin It's when you try to get ahead they start frontin Capitalism -- the system of pimps and hoes I'm sorry that's the way it goes In this particular system everyone's a slave Racist is how they want us to behave White Johnny, be fighting black Michael Both are blind to the system's sick cycle In a circle psychotically they slay each other with a grin, because of color of a skin 'Pick up that money hoe!' (3X) Now we don't want to get you all alarmed A little education never did you no harm When Africa's free the African will be free Capitalism says we're ALL in slavery They're not looking at the color of a human brother April 15th they're looking at your mother! 'Pick up that money hoe!' You work all week, and now your money has to go to a pimp, and it's you that limp They cut your check and take a tenth Don't wanna hear no lip, about support of family Cause on a piece of paper that's a fantasy They don't care if you're in a bad mood Your wife needs shoes, your kids need food Uh-uh, pick up that money honey The pimps so serious they're funny! They'll look you straight into your face and tell you that your money's going to a good place Like Social Security or Welfare But if you go to the Bahamas you'll see them all there 'Pick up that money hoe!' (4X) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
"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] 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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
* 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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
[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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music/ The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (2000)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la Buck! Buck! Chorus: Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... Verse 1: Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 2: Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 3: I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the sensemi' fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be")
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat.. [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE beat.. [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!! My name is at the top of all of those that mix I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven Some did it got paid, some jams were never played But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel So I take one step, to adjust the mic I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat You can look me up and down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we have pulled their file If they need a different style we can get wild He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'm KRS, and we get ill DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat The extravagant life, is what we seek I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE beat [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT!! For me to say again another verse of my rhyme Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but O-N-E Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin! .. *guitar interlude* .. My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me out to any feud, any battle, any reason Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you This particular style may vary The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent!! You know what?? [all] You got a dope beat [KRS] I got a dope beat! [all] We got a dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat? [all] You got the dope beat [KRS] I got the DOPE BEAT! [all] WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT! [KRS] I've got the dope beat! [all] You've got the dope beat [KRS] I got the dope beat! [all] We got the dope beat [KRS] Beat that we got?? [all] THE DOPE BEAT! I.C.U., is in the house... Miss Melodie, is in the house... Lena Love, is in the house... D-Nice, rocks the house... Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house... Flavois Walker, turns em out... 40th Street Black, knocks em out... To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house... Naughty, bust it out... McBoo, turns it out... Chuck Chillout, cuts it up... Red Alert, breaks it out... Scott LaRock Jr.. My pride and joy... KRS-One.. his mother's first son And no he'll never run... BD... BD... Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Verse 1:
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night I like to talk about fact not fiction I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen Everything I write is premeditated Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak My words are comprehended every time I speak Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I get tipsy But never in your life try to dis me Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name "KRS-One" It's elementary Elementary Verse 2: DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses I have arrived for the purpose of joy Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy I will volunteer my services and launch an attack On you fake educators with your yakety-yak This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh Consistently hounded by you MC pests If you really want to learn from me Don't waste time in burnin me Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive Many people hate me, many people love me Some are far below me And you know there's some above me But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this way You will pay, eventually you all will decay While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are Make a mix just for kicks And you'll be on our tip And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!) (Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8 Verse 3: Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment You have arrived to make up for unemployment You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em But gettin into battles really isn't my thing You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century But please don't mention me It's only elementary Elementary All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary Elementary Elementary |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is an introduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Verse Two: KRS-One Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say "damn" So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me Verse Three: KRS-One So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I've built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that's merely Or should I say a mere, help to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is outspoken I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up "Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh" I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott LaRock We're teaching po-e-try |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Yes, Scott LaRock you know you rule hip-hop
Yes, Mr. Lee you can rule hip-hop And, B-57 you can rule hip-hop But, KRS-One rule it non-stop When I'm in Brooklyn, yes, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Manhattan, we rulin hip-hop When I'm in Queens, we rulin hip-hop And when in Staten Island we rulin hip-hop But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight But in the Bronx, we rulin y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you're Black or you're white Cos KRS-One you know I'm never ?frank? Come catch a star The girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah I say the girlies are free Cos the crack costs money Oh yeah Ridin one day on my freestyle fix Jammin to a tape Scott LaRock had mixed I said to myself 'This tape sound funky' Ridin past the 116th Street junkie Thought I saw Denise but I was only assumin Took another look and that butt was boomin Did a little trick on my freestyle fix And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip She said 'Hi, DJ KRS' She kissed me on my neck so I gave her a peck She said 'I'm really in a hurry so I cannot wait If you give me a life while we ride to the ?bait?' She jumped on my bike, I said 'Huh, what's your stop?' She said 'Right around the corner to the crack spot If you buy me a crack I'll know how to act But if you don't, you might as well step back' I said 'Now how the hell we jump off to this? I'm doin you a favor, I'm givin you a lift' She said 'KRS, you know it goes' I said 'Yeah, you little.....it seems that you're a hoe' I did a little trick on my freestyle fix And she was right on the ground lookin after it Because... A girl tried to take my out one day For a play, not your everyday ?trey? We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot I said 'You better get yourself a job' She tried to tell me that times were hard I told the hoe, I said 'Yo, that's not my fault You need a vault', I'm out to assault Any girl I find who try to take my for mine I'm gonna have to ?pin? it just another time But... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Scott La Rock: Yo, wassup Blastmaster KRS-ONE. This jam is kickin'
KRS: Word! Yo, what-up D-Nice? D-Nice: Yo, wassup Scott La Rock? SLR: Yo man, we chillin' this funky fresh jam. I wanna tell you a little somethin' about us. We're the Boogie Down Productions crew and due to the fact that no-one else out there knew what time it was, we have to tell you a little story about where we come from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) Many people tell me this style is terrific It is kinda different but let's get specific KRS-One specialized in music I'll only use this type of style when I choose it Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks Ya got dropped off MCA cause the rhymes you wrote was wack So you think that hip-hop had it's start out in Queensbridge If you popped that junk up in the Bronx you might not live Cause you're in... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (4X) I came with Scott LaRock to express one thing I am a teacher and others are kings If that's a title they earn, well it's well deserved, but without a crown, see, I still burn You settle for a pebble not a stone like a rebel KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, money folder You want a fresh style let me show ya Now way back in the days when hip-hop began With CoQue LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam Beat boys ran to the latest jam But when it got shot up they went home and said "Damn There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day Beat boys gettin blown away but comin outside anyway" They tried again outside in Cedar Park Power from a street light made the place dark But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out I know a few understand what I'm talkin about Remember Bronx River rollin thick With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash Patterson and Millbrook projects Casanova all over, ya couldn't stop it The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress Boys The real Rock Steady takin out these toys As odd as it looked, as wild as it seemed I didn't hear a peep from a place called Queens It was seventy-six, to 1980 The dreads in Brooklyn was crazy You couldn't bring out your set with no hip-hop Because the pistols would go... So why don't you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take your homeboys off the crack Cos if you don't, well, then their nerves will become shot And that would leave the job up to my own Scott LaRock And he's from... South Bronx, the South South Bronx (8X) The human TR-808, D-Nice The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock Boogie...Down...Productions Fresh for '86, suckers! (Ha ha ha ha ha) |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo, Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big-butt females last night. Kris: Jeeez! Scott: Yeah, man. I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two more freaks... Kris: Word... [Super Sperm] Chorus: repeat 2X Scott LaRock had em all He is the Super Hoe [Super Sperm] Verse One: KRS-One Scott LaRock is for now the main topic Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket You may not realize it or you may not know But, uh... (He is the Super Hoe) When I say super I'm not exaggeratin Datin for a guy like Scott turns into matin He seems to be quiet but I don't buy it Proof is in the puddin, why don't you just try it The Super Hoe is loose in your section And he's armed with a powerful erection So grab your girl and run for protection Your momma too, cause I like to mention Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Two: KRS-One Whatever you could do or say inside a bed Scott LaRock has done and most likely said He doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others Keep updated on all kind of rubbers Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic One day he'll open a school for prophylactics They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe) Up in Rochester on DKX WDKX, now DK-Sex We were bein interviewed there live on air Every girl in the city Scott had an affair KM in the AM had asked his last question But Scott LaRock said "Wait, I gotta mention The fact that I'm single, I like to mingle" And one more time bust the fresh jingle Chorus [Super Sperm] 4X Verse Three: KRS-One In the field of music I'll always pass by Girls that claim to act so fly They always act like it's all about them or their friends But according to Scott, they all like to bend Yes, fly girls, shy girls, black girls, white girls In eighty-seven it's got to be the right girl If you claim to have a little problem Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick But if you're a girl, you need some... flowers I admit Scott has strange powers Enticing girls in less than an hour Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it He probably says "I'm Scott LaRock" and she's with it So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro... (He is the Super Hoe) Now many people have their ways of expressin what they do best, for Scott it's undressin Yes, either a girl or some date for the night He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight So do not think that Scott LaRock is mean It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline The Super Hoe is loose in your area Makin life for girls a little scarier So if you got a radio tryin to tape this Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist For the Super Hoe to be chillin Another female out there has to be willin So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand Cos Super Hoe Scott LaRock understands If you're a guy we'll talk about hangin And if you're a girl he'll talk about bangin If your moms call up, well, I don't know But uh... (He is the Super Hoe) Chorus [Super Sperm] 8X Chorus 3X [Super sperm] |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
Intro:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over Verse One: You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei Down with the sound called BDP If you want to join the crew well you must see me Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan! Tell them again, me come to te-ell them Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin it Verse Two: Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy! All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause Here's an example of KRS-One, bo! Here's an example of KRS-One They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin Like Doug E. Fresh said "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin" Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions So easy now man, I me say easy now mon To KRS-One you know dem can't understand Me movin over there and then me movin over here This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl? Don't know you know that he's out of touch What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan? On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks You'd better change what comes out your speaker You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped You're still tellin lies to me Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny But you're still tellin lies to me |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded (1997)
This is a test
Of the Boogie Down Production Prevention Against Sucka MC's In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor Verse One: I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster KRS-One Provin that my job ain't done until I get some More, no need to roar or yell Cos I can still tell what will sell And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll That style is old, so unfold Blossom, bloom, you got the room So go ahead and consume A new era, KRS-One comes better Bite another lyric? Never Cos I'm too clever, however I own my own label Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable And partner Lee Smith I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift Hip-hop, hip-hop My voice is like a monster And now a word from our sponsor Verse Two: Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten I gotta start this rhyme again How many words can I find that rhyme And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time Not many but I have plenty Scott LaRock sent me just to devastate any- One, any daughter, any son that comes my way Hey, you got to go the other way I represent my DJ Scott LaRock D-Nice, the beat box I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks Many people know me, yet I'm known by few My name is KRS-One, son Not two or three or four or five or six The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix Verse Three: Cool like the air we breathe Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS" Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale From the days of prison I have uprisen To my family members I'm marked down as missin Listen, circumstances put me right in the street With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep Some weep, or should I rather say some cry Can't get by so later on they die Because the strong will survive The weak will perish Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish I love what I got and like what I had I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad I get even, myself and some others I believe in Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta Let me pause, and now a word from our sponsor |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
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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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
(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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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles "Let It Be")
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
* 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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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Intro
The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! x2 Verse 1 Here is a message to the Super-Hoes Just keep in mind when Jimmy grows It grows and grows and grows, so let it But keep in mind about the epidemic When Jimmy releases, boy it pleases But what do you do about all these diseases? Jimmy is Jimmy, no matter what So take care of Jimmy cos you know what's up Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh They're Jimmy Hats by KRS Chorus So, remember you're never too old (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Remember you're never too bold (Jimmy is wearin' a hat) Do me a favour, wear your hat So Jimmy...will have the opportunity to come back Verse 2 Well, Red Alert is down with BDP Teachin' you all about Jimbrowski I don't wanna hear that you're not with it Turn around and see your butt in a clinic Havin' doctors just poke at Jimmy Let me express what now what's in me Too many people take too many risks Too many people I see get dissed Jimmy Hats are now in style Cos you can't trust a big butt and a smile Some are dry and some lubricated Many companies make and made it So all you Super-Hoes, wear your hat Cos drippin' Jimmies is straight up wack Keep in mind about Jimbrowski Jimmy Hats by BDP The J, the I, the M The M, the Y, the J, the I... It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It's Jimmy! Repeat chorus |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Voice: So, you're a philosopher?
KRS: Yes, I think very deeply. [repeated and scratched] [Verse One] Let's begin, what, where, why, or when will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be asking you, 'Who is more dramatical?' This one or that one, the white one or the black one pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy' Number one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna diss you like me, we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response You think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just seckle! [Verse Two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, 'Start this,' I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar It ain't about money cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad, but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the industry Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock... [Verse Three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!' this is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher It's not about a salary it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?! So yo, what's up, it's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin' why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sounds? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88, you suckas... |
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from Boogie Down Productions - Live Hardcore Worldwide (1991)
Verse One: KRS-One
Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson Class is in session so you can stop guessin If this is a tape or a written down memo See I am a professional, this is not a demo In fact call it a lecture, a visual picture Sort of a poetic and rhythm-like mixture Listen, I'm not dissin but there's somethin that you're missin Maybe you should touch reality, stop wishin For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest I am a poet, you try to show it, yet blow it It takes concentration for fresh communication Observation, that is to see without speaking Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin a class, or rather school, cause you need schooling I am not a king or queen, I'm not ruling This is an introduction to poetry A small dedication to those that might know of me They might know of you and maybe your gang But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can hang Cause yo I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow Say something now ... thought so You seem to be the type that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry is a form of positive creation Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're missin it Your face is in front of my hand so I'm dissin it Verse Two: KRS-One Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop The beat may drop but not like all the others They just cover while I just smother Every single stupid mutha -- wait wait brotha KRS-One will have to show another MC or self-proclaimed king or queen Or gang or crew or solo or team That I mean Business So tell me what is this? See I come from the Bronx so just kiss this Boogie Down Productions is somewhat an experiment The antidote for sucka MC's and they're fearin it It's self-explanatory, no one's writin for me The poetry I'm rattlin is really not for battlin But if you want I will simply change the program So when I'm done you will simply say 'damn' So this conversation is somewhat hypothetical Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin I say hypothetical because it's only theory My theory, so take a minute now to hear me Verse Three: KRS-One So what's your problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack Cos KRS-One means simply one KRS That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less I've built up my credential financially and mental Anytime I rhyme I request the instrumental I speak clearly and that's merely Or should I say a mere, help to my career I'm really not into fashion or craze Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise You're probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me But what a pity, I'm rockin New York City And everywhere else, you put the jams on the shelf You as an amateur is outspoken I'm looking at your face, you seem to be hopin That I might stutter, stop, or just mess up But everything's live that's why I don't dress up 'Blastmaster KRS' a synonym for 'fresh' I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me Cos we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty Get it right, or train yourself not to bite Cos when you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it I do not contemplate a battle cause it really ain't worth it I'd rather point a pistol at your head and try to burst it I'm teaching poetry I'm teaching poetry Scott LaRock We're teaching po-e-try |
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